Write about a day in the life from the perspective of your pet. What do your cats, dogs, birds, hamsters, fish do and think about all day? If you don't have pets, choose any animal you want - what is the perspective and world through the eyes of the squirrels in the tree outside or the pigeons wandering the streets of nyc? *yawn* *stretch* You have no idea how difficult it is to type with...

Eighteen Roses 18 roses now sit on my countertop Red as blood, green as earth opening slowly from their bud of birth... Given to me by the hand of a sweetheart Red as fire green as trees all differerent yet the same they could set a heart to ease. But they send troubled waves through my heart Flame at the top connected to earth at the stem their red petals could...

My last post  (“The Infantizing of America,” November 5), raised a few hackles among the 25 and under crowd. “What about the aspects of electronic media that foster knowledge?” asked one reader. Another insists, “I certainly do not fit the extremely negative stereotype you have of Americans.” Well, neither do I, but who are we two against so many? ...

1. Thou shalt not worry, for worry is the most unproductive of all human activities. 2. Thou shalt not be fearful, for most of the things we fear never come to pass. 3. Thou shalt face each problem as it comes. You can handle only one at a time. 4. Thou shalt not cross bridges before you get to them, for no one yet has succeeded in accomplishing this. 5....

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its one of those days i just hate my life. i started my period the other day. my first since my latest miscarriage. i was hopin i wouldn't. i hoped i concieved again. i hate this. i want another baby. i have lost 2 and it feels horrible. now i just wanna set and cry. i want to be done having kids before i am 30. i feel like such a failure. the worse thing is i have no one to talk to bc no one...

come on get higher   She was often restless to the point of irritability. She simply liked to feel that she was being prevented from leaving, that she was needed. Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood. But this first clumsy attempt showed her that the imagination itself was a source of secrets: once she had begun a story, no one could be told. Pretending...

I was introduced to this site by my very best friend, you would know her has Lor. We have been friends for 7 plus years. I have known for years that she kept an online diary but never asked to read it. Well until yesterday. The Ugly Truth is I am known as Messy Friend Dawn. I don't feel any anger about that. I am a messy friend.   The History of how the Ugly Truth: I was first...

 Love is the one shooting star that flies across the sky as you are lying together, in an open field, surrounded by compete darkness, and the only thing keeping you awake is the beat of his heart as you rest your head on his chest. Love is the taste of the creamy vanilla ice cream off the tip of your nose, for he just shoved the whole cone into your face with a loving laugh and a gentle...

I'll never forget this feeling. No matter as long as I live, I will never love anyone else but you....today. Yes, there is no typo in the title of this. Let me explain. This is a self-intervention of sorts. A little reminder to myself and everybody about the trouble people get themselves into when their brains are mixing the right chemicals to resemble love. The timeliness isn't as...