Memoir
Ojibwe Language Coloring Books and Snow Snake
Sandra has been my niece for just a couple of years now. My siblings and I adopted her father in the Native American way. When her boy, Liam, my great nephew now, opened the books pictured above, he was all excited and started looking through them right away.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Chapters
Chapters of Love and Life
I hope you enjoy reading my shares as much as I have loved creating them. May they take you places deep, where you have been, may be or places where you may be taken. May they be an aid in your living and healing. May they travel with you in your heart, hold and comfort you in your time; knowing that you are never alone in any thing. Others have been there, tasted the same bitter and painful moments. We survive when we know that there is an Almighty God looking over us and that there are others thinking of you. They too have known what you know.
By Kadee Graceabout a year ago in Chapters
The solution to Japan's snake problem: An unexpected story
It was said that there were such abundant snakes on an island in Japan that life had become difficult. These snakes were dangerous and poisonous, and the entire population on that island lived in fear of their deadly bites. Yearly, numerous deaths occurred due to their bites, and the government could do nothing effectively. But then the Japanese government took a decision that shook not only the island but the entire country.
By denizan Lawyerabout a year ago in Chapters
Pawprint on heart
Pawprint on Heart The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm, golden hue across the neighbourhood. Sam sat on the porch, the familiar silence of the evening wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. He glanced at the empty spot beside him, where Buster, his loyal golden retriever, used to sit every evening. It had been a week since Buster had passed away, but the pain in Sam's heart felt as raw as the day it happened.
By Saroj Kumar Senapatiabout a year ago in Chapters
I am Living I Remember You
Introduction Life is a journey filled with people, moments, and memories that shape us into who we are. Some memories stay with us like whispers on the wind, while others are etched deep in our hearts, never fading. This article is a tribute to the connections we share and the enduring power of remembering.
By Muhammad Nadeemabout a year ago in Chapters
Sleeping Diary
I always carried my diary beside my bed, not for the usual reason of writing down incidents of the day, but for something far more frivolous. I entitled it "Sleeping Diary." It all started on one lazy Sunday afternoon when my mom began recounting stories of her dreams during childhood, funny sleep habits, and those half-awake moments she forgot by morning. She suggested I write down whatever I could remember the next morning as about my own dreams or sleep adventures, and thus my little project was born.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Chapters
