dailyprompt
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I am unapologetically sentimental, a hopeless romantic, and a novelist. That is what’s otherwise known as the trifecta for those who look fondly upon the past. History is romantic, a period one can embellish; it possesses “lure” and “lore;” its poetry and myth become elegant over time. The future can be inspiring and bright, but…
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What’s the greatest gift one could bestow upon another? I could be quite succinct with this one: RESPONSIBILITY. In learning responsibility two things transpire: we grasp the value of what it means to be trustworthy and, as a result, gain confidence we can tackle obstacles the world and its wearing influences will throw our way.…
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My mother made her departure in 1992. I was just thirty. Funny thing about doomed cancer sufferers: we tend to mourn them while they are still living, agonizing through the disease’s progressions. I did not shed a single tear at her funeral. The year was 2008; I was rummaging through a basement closet, a place…
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Please indulge me with a yarn sure to resonate like a fable. It involves a string and a kite. A kite without a string is bursting with ambition but aimless; it wants to go everywhere and do everything; it is analogous to a three-year-old in a grocery store clamoring for pop tarts, Yoo Hoo, and…
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What facilitates creativity? What fosters our creative powers? The breadth of expressionism is so broad and unique: Many enrich the world using humor and irony, others assert themselves through means of physicality, thus they dance. Perhaps the most potent form of creativity is the gift of transposing sounds into expressions (music). Some creators are visionaries…
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We have numerous influences in our lives because we embark on many journeys: professional journeys, musical journeys, love journeys, etc. Like wide-eyed children, we expose ourselves to the world—its infinite possibilities—which unfailingly delivers experiences that meld with our unique sensibilities and, over time, develops into a life-affirming entity we call “Us.” I can recall thinking…