It’s another year around the sun. Another opportunity to be the best of you. More chances to smile and work head-on. It’s a new moment in the universe. It’s another call for you to go all in. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Blood may be thicker than water, but it does not compare to souls connected to souls and hearts linked to one another. It is a testament to what family is. Revenge and hatred boil to the surface, with no winners in a game of pain. Love and cherished memories, however, are what keep us marching ...

With the days growing shorter, I can’t help but long For Spring’s embrace— A bloom of hope and awakening; A fresh breath of life again. But for now, the sun’s radiance glows, While frost clings to the edge of my soul— I wait for the streams to dissolve my winter blues. Editor: Michelle Naragon & ...

Words are cheap, and too many of them can give you a brain freeze!

They have killed a squirrel before. Is it in the enchanted woods, or the forested hills? The pine trees host every creature desperately trying to live, eat, hide, take shelter. Only for them to repeat their routine in their habitat. Both animals and hunters made of human flesh kill the squirrels. A cycle of life ...

Health is wealth. The air we breathe is life. Our daily walks create hope for second chances. And, for every moment of strength we feel, We remain grateful and thrive. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

The white blanket of snow covers the earth. Nostalgic smells of pine trees seep through windows. The season we anticipate draws close. Have we been naughty, or good? Can we count the smiles of those we’ve touched, Or do we use the days left to do more? Editor: Erynn Crittenden

The year’s preparing her final speech. It’s a heart-warming statement; She’s saying, “Make the most of the days left! It’s never too late until it is too late – So, push forward, keep striving, and end the year strong.” Editor: Erynn Crittenden  

Flying with the wounded blackbirds –My head is in the whispering cloudsWhere I am warily watching the wanton world I am wandering away from the wavering crowdAnd wishfully dreaming of a winsome countryWithout wrathful, wearisome warlords I am not alone, we remain wilfully loudAbout humanity’s stories of wisdom, yet to be foundAnd we are worriedThat ...

Another day passes by while bloodshed reigns upon our fellow brothers at arms,trying their hardest to serve our country at any price.Another day passes by as we march toward our graves.We cross the jungles of ‘Nam,but what has that gotten us?One by one, the bullets zip past our sight,one by one, a brother falls with ...