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The Bayberry Candle
As we all do, when we’ve grown older, I reminisce on my favorite memories. I think of what life was like as a child, when my mother cooked our warm, tasty meals or when my father tucked me into bed and told stories of how he traveled to America when he was a child. I…
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Step Up And Start Taking Responsibility In Your Life
It seems there is little more frustrating in a first-world country than being a young adult who is sitting opposite a boomer telling us to “pull ourselves by the bootstraps” and to start acting responsibly. But I come bearing bad news: There is actually something more frustrating.Realizing the boomers are sometimes right. Sure, there are…
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Poetry- Hokkaido From Frosted Windowpanes
The world sinks into a commiserating stillness— abstracted conversations chiming with the shuddering snow. Tracks sway slowly over mountainous curves, a landscape of miso and stagnated ports buried amidst white-slated sheets. A dormant cry etches train windows as I glance outward, as though the gods of winter’s embrace carry in every unboarding-footstep traced from cascading…
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Holiday Book Guide 2024
Looking for that perfect holiday book for yourself or others? As Frank Zappa says, “So many books, so little time.” For your convenience, the book guide here offers options for everyone! Enjoy browsing (and purchasing) for this holiday season. Winter Books The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey Pulitzer Prize finalist (fiction) This work of fiction…
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Satisfy Your Sweet Tooth With These Holiday Recipes
As the holidays approach, why not satisfy your sweet tooth with a couple of tantalizing treats? Better yet, these two recipes are great for gifts for that special someone who loves sugar. Enjoy these! Buckeyes Ingredients: 1.5 cups of peanut butter 1 cup of butter (softened) ½tsp. Vanilla extract 6 cups of Powdered sugar 4…
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Poetry- A December Dream
As December came knocking on the door, and the year slowly came to the beginning of the end, I realized just how swiftly a year flies by. Each year, leaving something behind for us to remember, collecting the memories like snow globes, so that we, every once in a while, can revisit what was, but…
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10 Frosty Flicks to Heat Up Your Winter Watchlist
‘Tis the season for winter movies. Falalalalalalalala! The cold weather finally rolled in, and it’s time to get cozy with your blanket, your mug of hot chocolate, and your pet or significant other or just yourself to cuddle with. Now, the only thing missing is a good winter movie. Basically, winter movies are anything that…
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Poetry- The Senses Between
In between frail moments in time, I feel your particles dance with mine. Within fractured fractals of seconds, I hear your light shine with brilliant song. Through rolling boulders of minutes, I see our heartbeats build on bedrock joy. Amid showering meteors of hours, I smell your voice hum with rain-soaked pine. As these moments…
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Winter Blues
The earlier the sky becomes dark The sooner it breaks my heart No more late nights in the garden, BBQs with friends, or Theatre in the park The colder night’s approach Coughs, colds, and flu start doing their rounds Halloween events and Guy Fawkes night All things you start looking forward to Then good old…
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Reminiscing School And University During The Fall Season
The turning of the leaves and the imminent cold weather always meant one thing for me; the beginning of the first semester of university. With this came perilous assignments and deadlines but also seeing my friends who either went back home out of my city during summer. In this article, I’ll be reminiscing back to…
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Prose- Respect The Locals
Waves break against tattered rocks, their rhythmic roars echoing like a heartbeat against the sand. Each swell captures a fleeting moment before retreating– leaving behind a mosaic of seaweed, shells, and driftwood, treasures scattered from the ocean’s depths. Sunlight dances upon iridescent waters, shimmering flashes spinning tales too ancient to recount. Children squeal with delight…
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Poetry- I Want To Live Somewhere
I want to live somewhere else. Not in the city or here; Not in the town or that village; Not even over there. I want to live somewhere else. Not where pitched, the tent of sorrow; Not where hearts are starved of love. Not where there’s no promise of the morrow. I want to live…
