“An Evening Jog” By Anna Gil [dropcap]8:20PM.[/dropcap] Warm, but windy. She was doing her normal jog around her block, when out of nowhere, a red
We change and don’t even know it
The way we walk or talk changes…
I beat myself up today. I blamed myself for every little bad thing that happened to me, or to anyone else. Knowing entirely that none
A simple photograph can hold wonders. It can carry some of the most jubilant memories a person may have, or it can recall some of the most tragic. Even though we are in the age of cell phone cameras and digital cameras, there will always be intrinsic beauty in the simplicity of a photo, taken through a roll of film, developed in time.
In yesterday’s meeting, after being inspired by a book about the story of three men who grew up in the inner-city and made a pact to