With heartfelt gratitude, I bid you all a sincere farewell. As I pen this last message, I reflect on our shared journey and the connections we've forged. Though our paths may diverge, the memories we've created will forever resonate within my heart.

Very tired, grammar not existent in this…. This poem or creative piece that isn’t very well written was to get off my chest a memory of me and my dads late nights at his computer scrolling through baby photos

This is my playground and these are my words all original. I hope everyone enjoys it. My first post on here stay tuned for more. I will do audio too of same also. #Preciousluv

Today was challenging as I reflected on my interactions with friends. I felt hurt and manipulated, sensing that some of my social circle has been taking advantage of my kindness. The recurring patterns of bullying and disrespect have left me feeling emotionally drained and questioning the authenticity of these relationships.

If you cover your face with both hands long enough, then you might as well keep them there. These hands aren't no use touching another soul, another single living body. With these hands that I place below my feet, I too, don't want to breathe. There's light in the shadows, but shadow, don't you get to tracing me.

Life can be complex, navigating it can sometimes be disheartening. We find our way through these complexities with the relationships we build along the way

Morning found me the way a cautious friend does—soft footsteps, gentle voice, standin’ just far enough away not to scare me back into my shell. Light eased through my curtains like warm fingertips, and for a moment I lay there, listenin’ to the quiet hum of a house that ain’t used to a heart beatin’ this awake.

Balancing debt payments with savings is about creating a system that keeps you moving forward even when things are tight. Every small payment and every small deposit counts, because both build stability in different ways. The trick is to stay flexible, stay patient, and keep building momentum one steady step at a time.

same old cracks, same splinters, but the wood seemed to lean into me, as if sayin’, “Alright, baby. Day One was recognition. Day Two is reckonin’.”

My thoughts on how 9/11 affected the American people, media, and culture surrounding most things and mindsets.

The world might be rushing toward the holidays, but around here, we’re making space for something softer: a little pause, a gentle reset, and some honest-to-goodness useful inspiration. This week’s newsletter is out, and it’s not your typical inbox clutter. Inside, you’ll find: A cozy reflection on building your home on the internet (yes, your homepage deserves some love!) A practical, self-guided homepage audit—so your online space feels more like you A writing prompt to help you shape copy that welcomes your dream audience And, as always, a roundup of our most-loved posts from the week, plus the latest shop updates Whether you’re a longtime reader or just wandering in, there’s room at our table for you. If you haven’t joined the newsletter yet, now’s the perfect time.

I didn’t plan to sit on the bottom step today. Didn’t plan to take stock of my life like I was counting coins on a church fan. But life has a way of cornering you right where the truth can see your face, and the step seemed to know somethin’ I didn’t.

With radical ideologies rising and vetting systems failing, Trump's immigration crackdown isn't hysteria - it's overdue. This article exposes why shutting the door on high-risk regions is a necessary defense of America's identity and security.

Hello readers, my name is Jack "Buck" Davis and I will be sharing with you my wife Michele's poetry that she has written for me. The compilation in it's entirety is about the love she has shown, taught and given to me. We are so blessed and greatfull that our paths crossed for we were both lost souls headed for impending doom and destruction.

The beginning of the packers and how they were made. Highlighting who made the packers, and where they were created.

It all started a few months into dating one another. That’s when he started to lie and hide things. He started talking to me disrespectfully and driving me closer and closer to madness.

Emma had read about girls falling into other worlds before. She liked the genre even. Where the female lead would find herself either beloved or hated-she liked the villainess ones especially- and they would triumph over someone trying to take them out. Maybe fall in love while they're at it and gain the respect of all those around them. That's not what happens to her...

The Church Year and Calendar play significant roles in every liturgical faith tradition. In this essay, we take a closer look at how the Calendar and the seasons of the church year are experienced within the Episcopal Church and through the Book of Common Prayer.

A small tale of a gingerbread cookie. Full of warmth for the season, adventure, and excitement. I wrote this as a student writer.

Night drapes itself over December like a velvet cloak stitched with silver, and I sit before the Christmas tree as though before some gentle altar, its lights blooming softly like tiny hearths of heaven.