By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
In the right light,
the morning greets me
with the kind of hope needed
to float joyfully into the day.
I start with a smile
lit from within.
In the right light,
my elderly cat appears like a
kitten resting after deep play.
As the rays of sunshine he bathes in
shimmer across his gray coat,
they seem to hide how frail
he really is.
By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost has always resonated with me. As a writer, I can appreciate a good simile, and I always want to live my life like he describes in this poem. I think this logic applies to daily life, both the big and the little things. For example, I have always believed in daring to be different, and I take it as a compliment when people call me weird. The only time I go with the flow is when I’m floating down a lazy river!
This is not to say that I live some eccentric lifestyle: I’m married, we have a mortgage, and I’m scratching my head about how to keep the critters out of my garden. And as much as I would love to travel overseas one day, you don’t have to backpack across Europe to take the road less traveled!
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
The well has run dry –
or so it seems.
Life has been wordless
in this season.
Dear Friends,
PhoebeMD.com now has a page dedicated to providing you a variety of full-color health information PDF handouts—everything from exercise printouts to health logs to essential information on managing chronic conditions. Feel free to peruse, download, and print for your own quick reference or to share with family and friends!
With love,
Phoebe
Written by an Anonymous Author | Contributed by Madueke Paschal
Being born in any of the underdeveloped countries of the world is so much of a burden to carry, but much worse is if you were unfortunate enough to be born with a congenital disease. As far back as I can remember, I was always being carried from health center to health center looking for a blood type that matched mine. What charge was I guilty of? I was diagnosed with sickle cell disease. Even more unfortunate, my blood type is A-negative; one of the rarer blood types there are (as I have been told).
Continue reading “To You, the Blood Donor: From a Sickle Cell Survivor”
By Bernard Demaere | Featured Contributor
Everyone must still wonder
How it all happens
Mental illness, by and by
Slowly
Unexpectedly
It creeps in on you
It is a process
Of an unloved story.
You are stronger than you think
braver than you realize
and more loved than you know.
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Wishing you all a safe and restful weekend.
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