Written by: Amanda Eifert Blogger at: MandiBelle16 When I was about four-years-old, my Mom, my brother Justin, and I, arrived home to our condo after errands my Mom had needed to run. We started to get out of our van when a woman approached my Mother. The woman desperately needed money so she could…
The word compassion is staring back at me, it’s searching me and I’m crumbling. I’ve known this day would arrive and I would have to pen something profound or deep but I can’t find anything even remotely meaningful inside my head. So I asked my heart instead… And my heart felt anger. Anger at the…
More and more men are taking up blogging as a means to release thoughts they are all too often bottling up. Please welcome my guest blogger today, Mr. Modigliani as he gives us a glimpse into a man’s inner life. I have come to know several men who are letting their more sensitive and passionate…
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