Author: Isis Jordan
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Battle Station: A Mother’s Reflection
I’m awakened in the light grey morning hours by the sound of my old dog’s claws pacing back and forth on the wooden floor. Beckoning me out of sleep and reminding me of my duties. Groaning but smiling at my dog, I pull the covers back and take him outside. The greys in his fur…
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The Rocking Horse
On a desolate road far away from the nearest town, nestled between a grove of oak trees with hanging moss and soft swaying grasses, sits an old, quiet house. Sunshine refuses to touch down that far into the gloom that surrounds the home. A murky pond full of secrets rests nearby, waiting patiently for someone…
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Poetry – The Spirit Of Spring
Gathering dew slides off a soft petal and drops below. The drop slips downwards through a series of vines like a perfect path, slowly kissing its way down the stems. The first strands of buttery sunlight peek through the clouds, warming the creatures below it. Paws and claws of every variety stretch and shake off…
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10 Out of The Box Valentine’s Day Date Ideas
The good old holiday of love is fast approaching, and everyone loves to have things planned for them, so why not take a quick peek at some fun suggestions that you may not have thought about. From the non-traditional to some of the classics with a twist, here are ten unique Valentine’s Day date ideas.…
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That Christmas Feeling
It’s that wonderful time of year when the sunlight is just a little more golden. The wind is crisp and cool. Smells of cinnamon, vanilla, and apple swirl deliciously from homes and bakeries. Sleighbells tinkle along with children’s laughter as the giddiness of Christmas begins to settle upon us. This season’s decorations are starting to…
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How To Host An Amazing Thanksgiving
It’s that wonderful time of year when family and friends join together to celebrate and give thanks for all of their blessings. The air is crisp and cooler, and the leaves are finally changing color as we welcome the rich yellows and red that adorn the trees; even the sunlight seems buttery and more welcoming.…
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Poetry – Play
I just want to play.Mommy and daddy tell me no all the time.They’re too busy.Brother plays with me but he gets bored with me sometimes.He gets scared at night so we sleep together.I don’t mind. I don’t get scared.There’s no one here but us and our friends.The lady in the pretty dress showed me this…
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Poetry – Control
I must remain calm.My family keeps making up these fantastical stories about ghosts and now even my poor dog seemsunbalanced.He may be better out in the yard.Either way, the amount of bulbs I’ve had to replace lately is insane.Everyone keeps the lights on at all hours of the day and night.My family has gotten sloppy…
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Poetry – The Window
He’s staring again.The man is wet but it’s not raining.He bangs on the glass but no one looks at him.It’s so loud.He’s screaming and there’s darkness coming from his mouth but no one sees.Sometimes he stands by the front door, waiting for someone to open it.But no one comes.I want to help but the way…
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Poetry – Bedtime
Every night is the same.Make dinner, eat, clean up, put the kids to bed, go to sleep.Very repetitive.Except lately…Since we moved into our new home, the children complain about a woman they see atnight.I, however, do not see this woman. Our dog has also been very unhappy and I’ve had to shush him morethan I…