Magic Moments

Magic Moments

~ Guest Writer, BERNIE SHINE~ The creation and performance of magical effects is my passion, my “Rosebud.” The ancient art of magic is what gets me up the morning and keeps me up at night. But are they reality or merely illusions? The real magic are the moments...
Meet Julia Rael!

Meet Julia Rael!

Meet Julia Rael insidewink snapshot – Meet Guest Writer Julia Rael insidewink loves to share personal stories from a wide range of guest writers. We are truly so lucky to have such a diverse group of high caliber contributors. They are such an interesting group...
Looking Back, Moving Forward

Looking Back, Moving Forward

~ Guest Writer, JEANNE LAPORTE ~ I decided to walk the neighborhood where I grew up to get my steps in today. As I made my way down my parents’ front porch, I was overcome with gratitude, grateful that they are still alive and in our family home, I walked onto the...
Confessions of a Helicopter Daughter

Confessions of a Helicopter Daughter

~ Guest Writer, ELIN HAMPTON ~ My father called me a helicopter daughter. Okay, it wasn’t to my face, but word gets around. Helicopter-anything is never a positive thing. I took such pride in launching my three kids into the world without the sin of over-parenting....
Where There’s A Will…

Where There’s A Will…

~ Guest Writer, Natalie Soriano ~ I have let money determine my self-worth, I’ve given my power to it, and I’ve even been angry at it. I’ve pushed it away, longed for it, and despised it. I’ve dumped a lot of heavy emotions on a piece of paper. Money never did...
The Writers Room

The Writers Room

~ Guest Writer, Grace Holtzclaw ~ I grew up on the American Dream… … of picking up hitchhiker Jack Keroauc on the road and speeding down the highway to Las Vegas with Hunter S. Thompson. When I think about the canon of American authors who are represented...
Freedom To Fly

Freedom To Fly

~ Guest Writer, Julia Rael ~ Everyone’s lives are filled with milestones. From the day we enter this world to the day we leave it, we constantly cross thresholds that represent starting a new chapter in our lives. Around this time of year, my mind begins dwelling on...
Magic Lessons

Magic Lessons

~ Guest Writer, Bernie Shine ~ Over the decades I have given thought to what has always drawn me to the ancient art of magic and what life lessons I have learned from it. I feel some of these lessons are transformative to have relevance in everyone’s life. I have been...
Wally

Wally

~ Guest Writer, Andy Lerner ~ I think Wally has taught me…  …more about being a man than anyone in my life. That might have been a bit of an exaggeration, but the point is clear. Wally and I go back about 12 years. Was it love at first sight? Well, for me it was. We...
Silk Purse of Sadness

Silk Purse of Sadness

~ Guest Writer, David Steven Simon ~ I carry a quiet, secret silk purse of sadness wherever I go. It’s tucked discreetly into the pocket of my vest of memory and I am calmed by both its weight and terrified by its accessibility. Its contents contain no currency.  Not...
Man Up

Man Up

~ Guest Writer, Julia Rael ~ What does the phrase “Man Up” mean to you? To some, it might bring inspiration – the drive to keep going when things seem tough. To others, the phrase might represent a misogynist point of view. As though the only way to be strong is...
Living on The Left Coast

Living on The Left Coast

~ Guest Writer, Stephen Bock ~ Living on the Left Coast means that most of my trips begin early in the morning. That’s when the first flights roar into the skies over a sleepy Santa Monica Bay, climb above the marine layer that covers the Los Angeles basin on so...
How We Rise

How We Rise

~ Guest Writer, Julia Rael ~ Inspiring Women’s Empowerment Since the birth of the United States, women have had to compromise their careers, their families, and their dreams in order to be taken seriously in the professional world. The world will never know how...
Barely Fed

Barely Fed

~ Guest Writer, Liz McGlinchey King ~ “Please help me,” I heard her say. She stood by the supermarket exit and held a cardboard sign with jagged edges, torn by hand. In her arms was a sleeping toddler, the mother’s bare nipple exposed near the baby’s...

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