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Falling From the Sky … The Call Of The Void
Years back, I loved the sky… and would periodically visit, up close. That worn and worthy Cessna 180 shuddered and gradually accelerated as the seven of us huddled forward and climbed twelve thousand feet. That’s as high as I ever got. Any higher and masks were required. It took us about eight minutes to circle…
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How To Lose Your Audience… in Four Minutes
Over time, our appetite for content has shrunk. TV shows air with 35-minute binge-inviting brevity. Pop songs barely nudge three minutes. YouTube Shorts are 25 seconds. Busy digital consumers, with ever-diminishing attention spans, expect faster pacing and quicker rhythm. In fact — they DEMAND it. So why do long-form 4,000-word articles and blogs still clog…
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She Needed A Comforting Ear… Don’t We all
It’s past midnight when the phone rings. Her voice trembles. I listen — her words are measured. She can go months without having one, but when it shows up, it roars in with uncontrolled waves that totally submerge her. “It strangles my throat and scares the shit out of me,” she whispers. She’s talking about a panic…
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It Was An Angry Ocean That Day… One We Would NEVER Forget
Lynn gave me the command to hoist the mainsail. As I did, a strong gust of wind lifted our cutter high into the air. Cold white spray splashed over our heads, covering the deck in bubbling foam. We soon lost sight of land, and I realized… we were alone. Nothing but deep blue water and…
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Should You Leave Like a Slammed Door or a Silent Whisper?
“Either way, the room changes. The air shifts. That draft vanishes. What a graceful ghost. A takedown of accountability disguised as emotional depth.” Frank was talking in a way I would rarely hear — unless he was buzzed. And he was. Saturday, we sat soaking in his hot tub; vodka slushies in hand, steam rising.…
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“My inner monologue will always be my harshest critic and closest ally.”