Wondrous Imagination
We are born from wondrous imagination. Our ink-scratched doodles are sprawled on a blank paper, and emerge from the never-were to suddenly arrive. We are
Stories about Kindness. Books that Inspire Self-Awareness.
We are born from wondrous imagination. Our ink-scratched doodles are sprawled on a blank paper, and emerge from the never-were to suddenly arrive. We are
…to watch a sunset, and know it’s your last. Would you curse it, as you would a life-ending disease, detesting the flaring colors across the
…that comforts. I like sunny days and the outdoors. But I like how I’m cozy in my quilts before I awake and greet the day
by Ariel and Sebastian Barnes My youngest sister lives in New York City. I occasionally visit her, and it was one fall morning while we
An elephant calf followed her father down a dusty trail. The path had withering trees, and was overcast. Far behind and beyond the bend, their
The hunter was bathed by moonlight as he stalked through the forest. His long breaths shook his slender frame, and his body, only covered by
A crocodile rolled and toiled in a brackish lake, clamping its jaws, and flapping its tail. The lake rippled and stirred and slapped onto the
The beach was calm and the night was cool. The waves ebbed against the moist sand, the crescent moon splashed dim light across the dark
He hurried into the dim, cold lounge. His collared-shirt and pantsuit were pressed and his tie was tight around his neck. With reddened eyes he
Family and friends visited him for dinner. They had hamburger meats and red-peppered potato salad, greens with goat-cheese and grapefruit-basil dressings, sautéed squash, marinated asparagus,
I don’t say what I mean. It’s not that I react poorly in a moment of emotion, or blatantly lie, but I do indulge in
What do you see when you look into the mirror? I see someone of whom I am proud. Of what are you proud? I am
The droplet fell down his cheek. He didn’t realize the tear was his, or that he had shed it, until it fell to the windowpane
He arrived late to brunch. He was young, and well dressed. On the patio an orange awning shielded him from the sun. A table for
“What are you to be?” His thick accent was barely understandable. “A dancer,” she said. The park leaves hadn’t turned color yet. The afternoon was
The champagne bubbled over the crystal brim and down its surface to the marble countertop. There was laughter and chatter in the spacious room. She
“You’ve saved my life more times than I can remember.” The slender man sat in a chair and took a puff from his cigar. The