My name is RoseMarie LeBlanc, and if you think I’d planned to be taking orders, taking up dirty dishes, or taking complaints all of my life, you’d be wrong. I’d wanted to be a beautician. Not a stylist. Not a salon operator. Not a barber. A beautician. I wanted to have the kind of shop […]
There’s a difference between doing things and worrying about them. Sometimes, we feed on worry like it’s our only nourishment. Worry is just another mind virus, replicating itself in endless iterations of fear and doubt, erasing the beauty of the moment.
“Gimme Shelter” echoed across the lake as the spectators watched the event unfold. A wakeboarder launched into the air and curled in a perfect circular arch, straining to reach the unbounded sky, just a kiss away.
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“May one be pardon’d and retain the offense?” King Claudius, Hamlet The Outback startles them every morning when I crank up and head down the driveway, though they don’t act annoyed that I’ve interrupted their vegan breakfast. They dash off to a safe distance, turn, and stare at me, the last lovely, tranquil scene I’ll
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We’re little clusters of bundled energy, buzzing to an imitation of consciousness between birth and death.
When Mrs. President offer brilliant idea, “Just say no to drug,” seem perfect. American people love simple above all else, except to say No. No, no, child; no, no. If Mr. President not on drug, how could say “No poor people in America?” Yet he say this. Yeltsin frequent drunk, yet even he see poor.