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Words Written in Cobblestone
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From cobblestones, to dancing, to somber realizations. Dreams cover a range of life.
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The Late Applier
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When I was fifteen, I went to Europe for two weeks. I was with a school group, and boy we had a good time!
The Student vs. the Teacher
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The first chapter of my book, The Art of Teaching. And rightly so, the first words surround the differences and similarities between teacher and student.
Beneath My Hands
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Once a dream, and now a story. Nighttime imagination is unmatched in its pure creativity, and I am always in awe at what it may manifest.
Unknown Assailant
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There's a first time for everything, especially the unexplainable kinds. This is a true experience I had in the mountains, in the middle of the night.
Brain vs. Body
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Existential musings and ramblings. Sometimes the complexities of a physical body trying to function with a reasoning brain is beyond me.
I have Dreamt Before
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Every once and a while I write poetry. Especially at night...it's the only way sometimes for my mind and heart to make sense of things.
Break them Barriers
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Ever wondered how a comedian can discover so many funny things? Or maybe how that one person at work manages to create so may ideas? Here's a tool so effective it will even help with you personal associations and conversations.
How to Introduce a Well-Known Topic?
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It's hard to introduce something you've created to be read and purchased without some sort of hubris involved. But, I'm happy to share without what I've hoped for. If someone can get something useful from it, I'm happy to share.
A Backward Way to a Forward Chance
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Life isn't cut and dry; this we know. I've had some hard learning to accept over the last few months, and a few movies and one stand up comedian have helped immensely in my approach.
We Miss Those Who Leave Us
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Today is particularly bittersweet. A beautiful mother’s day while I’m going through a crisis in virtually every area imaginable. And my mother passed away almost four years ago. I miss her each and every year. I think about her beyond often. But feeling so utterly lost and alone right now has me stunned at the [...]
The First Breath of Westwind
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There are certain pursuits that create genuine, residual impact in an individual's life. Allow me the chance to introduce you to one of mine. I've included some links to their website and facebook so you can investigate yourself should you feel intrigued. Also, the blog picture is quite old; at least six years. I don't have many pictures of me in karate, I realized.
Bereft of a Sister
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The Left-Field Hit
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It was Sunday, May 22, 2005, and my parents sat my sisters and me down to tell us they were getting a divorce. To say this was unexpected is an understatement. I was eighteen years old. Let's back up a bit and create some context for this moment. I had a fantastic childhood. Both of [...]
Hungry Questions
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What if we humanized questions and answers? What if they could talk and communicate with each other?
My Bride
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There was a lot of emotion surrounding the courtship of my current wife and I. I look back at it all and still consider her the best surprise in my life.
The Other Girl
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A dream of mine that has proved to contain magnificent potential. And the kicker, the content of this dream didn't become a reality until four years after I had it.