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By Shannan Browne
Maybe Angel really has lost the plot...
My mind told me to write. So I wrote about the first thing that came to my head. This is how my thoughts flowed.
Isabelle is a seventeen year old girl, who is prevented by the strict Ms. Dalton to make the most of life in the exquisite city of Venice. Yet, this apparently fragile bird is not kept back for long, for she soon finds the courage to flee her cage...
A personal reaction to a life-threatening illness
Four brothers. One lady. Let the games begin...
By replacing the I/me distinction with the concept of the implicative affirmative of the not-me self self-autonomy and self-reflexivity increases while the novelty and originality that identifies Meadâ€™s I-self, his psychological mechanism for the inner restructuring of experience into...
Being What Is Not While Not Being What Is has provoked more than one atrocity. The atrocity to end all atrocities didnâ€™t happen. However, the doomsday cloak during the Cuban Missile Crisis hit 11:59 and as one of the adolescent boys attending a sleepover on that critical day, I was the...
By Sharon Rose
for the times when you add layers of apathy around your heart, scared of the hurt that might ensue if you don't -
for the times when you don't act in the moment and overthink certain situations and then noticing too late that the moment is gone -
for the times when you wish you can just let go...
This story first appeared in the newspapers and on TV news on or about Monday, February 5, 2007. Below is my blog entry comment which was published "on-line" on a local newspaper website. Blog entries are not published in the newspaper...