And yes, I understand you can get better at anything via persistence, and that hard work trumps innate or “natural” talent any day…. Nevertheless, you could tattoo a description ofmoiself’snatural aptitude for music on the tip of my pinky finger and still have room for the Declaration ...
For David was on the warpath…LITERALLY!! He had sworn to avenge himself, and to kill every male w/in Abigail’s household, because of her husband’s hasty tongue, and his careless words!!Now Nabal was a rich man in Maon, having acquired a great wealth of possessions…though the ...
My dad is my hero. Father is an important person who is everybody in the world should love, such as me :) My father, Janusz is 55 years old. He has blue eyes. He"s quite tall, but a bit shorter than my husband. My dad is a fitter-walder and he works with a heavy constructio...
The first disturbance to penetrate that focus was a feel for how loud the noise coming in through the window had been for all of the two months he had been in the apartment. A noise that hid every kind of cry. Listening now, he was able to pick up intermittent cries of children, of...
Tibb’s Eve refers to both a folk expression for a day which will never arrive, as well as a celebration held on 23 December originating in Newfoundland and Labrador known as Tipp’s Eve. Undecimber or Undecember is a name for a 13th month in a calendar that normally has 12 months. ...
needed this meeting and this reminder. I needed to be in a room where I could feel love. I needed to remember that the worst thing that could happen already has. I have survived loss multiple times and still managed to breathe and live my life every day. I needed to refocus my energy...
IT STILL HURTS TILL THIS DAY BUT EVERYTIME I READ THIS POEM IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE HE IS TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING. SO THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART. Brenda This poem meant a lot to me,,I just recently lost both my brother,age 66, and my husband,age 58 due to cancer...
Toshi spoke first. She said, “In my job [as Pete’s manager], I work 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 52 weeks a year [and] with no vacation. I [now] want to introduce my husband, Pete — you know, [that] guy who goes around the country singing for the 40-hour week!
Even now, months from that recognition, I need to sit down when I hear it. If there is no one about then, I will cry. It might be the same if someone were about, it just hasn’t happened yet and I wouldn’t want it to. This is as intimate as I can let it get, for now....
You still schlep to work every day even though you sweat through your shirts each day going boring work for no recognition. If only the higher ups would give you a chance or customers wouldn’t yell at you or a mermaid could give you an uncomfortably long hug because you’ve realized you...