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Embers in the Cold
Slipping low, she pours her fire into the cold, molten orange fading, rich and bold. Clouds catch embers, ash-soft, warm and slow, and winter keeps the secret of her glow…
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Ummm… Let Me Think on That… Hell No!
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it? Easy-peasy answer is… drumroll please… spelunking! That’s a big fat, “Hell no!” Sooo… before we go…
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Ohio’s Edge at Dusk
At dusk the path hugs Ohio’s side, where golden lamps and shadows glide. She drifts along, both dark and deep, with secrets that the currents keep. Through quiet bends and silvered glow, she carries…
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The Morning History Walked Onto the Airport
Like my previous stories about Ellen Church and Bessie Coleman, I wrote this one in a style a little different from what my readers may be used to. Why? Well… like I mentioned in…
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In the Margins of Morning
She stands still where the air softens, black ink on a page of pale light; her branches trace the quiet shape, to tell a story she hopes to write…
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Where Winter Colors Fade
She stands weathered against the cold, as amber clouds flare and fade, blending winter blue into soft purple shade…
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Leaders Don’t Sit in the Exit Row
What makes a good leader? Well, some people think leadership is all about the title on their LinkedIn profile. Others are convinced it’s measured by the square footage of their corner office, or the…
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Quiet Flame at Dusk
She leans low, a quiet flame, peeking through trees turned dark and still; light slips between their shadowed frames, soft gold surrendering to evening’s will….
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Pocket Goblins
Do you feel the weight of technology? More specifically, our phones—always within reach, always tethering us to the world. It’s like a needy little pet goblin that lives in your pocket. It’s constantly buzzing…
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