Losing electrical power for 6.5 days from a thunderstorm during the hottest week of the summer inspired this poem.
What this writer saw at the Science Museum on a high school field trip was astonishing and unbelievable. The recreation of bodies seen from the inside out was something new to see.
A beautiful person named Ilonka, an artist and a teacher, and a lover of the old masters of art- that is who this poem is about. She taught my mother and even taught this writer the beautiful task of oil painting.
Becoming a nurse was all I wanted to do in my life. When I started taking care of children born with special needs, I found my calling, and it is the best thing I have ever done.
Read and find out how important our hands are to us. The two most ambitious parts of our body, not to be taken for granted. Hand are amazing and this hub will offer a way to explore their significance.
A simple yet perfect description to tell what faith is. To describe faith is to paint a picture. Being sure of what we can not see, is what Hope is all about.