An ode to the Father, and Yahweh knows the seed of conception in a mother’s womb long before the introduction fulfills the prophecy. The fruit of life, a tree bearing produce that sustains the very existence of humankind. Breath in life, foreseen by the Word of God and sanctified by faith-led righteousness. An ode to the Heavenly Host, the Christ Child, Yoshua, Son of Man, a gift to mere life. God dawned upon humanity, breathed over a vast knowingness, and constructed a unive

Walking across the stage in the auditorium made Calhoun Mane cry uncontrollably. The crowd clapped for the 2003 graduates of the Ohio Institute of Photography and Technology. Family, friends, and faculty cheered in appreciation as students received their associate degrees in specialized fields. The two years leading up to this moment had gone far too fast for Calhoun. He felt it had just been a week since he had earned his General Educational Diploma. He flipped his tassel to

The ache in Calhoun Mane was a heavy burden to bear. He knew the suffering of a broken heart. He had learned to hide the pain behind a smile that stretched from ear to ear. Such experience made Calhoun a prime candidate for a midlife crisis, except he brought this on by the age of twenty-five. His questionable ability to love made romance appear improbable. He now planned to enjoy life. When Calhoun saw Kameron Grayly for the first time, she glowed in the dim light of the res

When Calhoun Mane signed his promissory note to attend college, he promised to build a fortune doing what he loved. Creativity flowed through his veins like a water hose watering the nature around him. Both faculty and peers noticed that he lacked the knowledge needed to succeed in a program designed for advanced students. They supported his progress whenever possible. After learning how to turn on a lab computer and engage with the applications that followed, Calhoun quickly

After the teacher left the classroom for a few minutes, Marvin Levey threw an acorn and smacked Calhoun Mane upside the head. The embarrassment caused Calhoun to immediately retaliate as classmates’ laughter turned to awe after a single blow to Marvin’s temple landed solidly. When the teenager hit the floor with a thud, Calhoun stood over him, cussing and threatening more of the same punishment. Marvin climbed up into his desk just as Mr. Treadway reentered the now silent cla

H - Humble A - Affirmation P - Praise-Worthy P - Proven Y - Yield A humble affirmation of praise-worthy, proven yield, aligned with the consciousness of a successful life, rewards every happy man, woman, and child. To live humbly in one’s role, every response worthy of love will elevate self-respect to heights that propel a conscience tenfold. The affirmation of a committed soul reflects mindfulness that reaches depths where courage feels irreplaceable, and every battle

After walking in the nature reserve near his home in Bellbrook, Ohio, Calhoun Mane decided to run sporadically. He was not in the best of physical health after the winter months kept him isolated, eating all the wrong things. A warmer day invited thought of an approaching Spring with budding trees and flowers poking through the thawing ground. When he started jogging, reaching fifty yards in rugged terrain made him feel proud. The hills and slopes of the park slowed Calhoun’s

All the kids at Shawnee Elementary School got excited over the trendy new dance style popular in movies during the mid-eighties. Breakin’ inspired Calhoun Mane to move in new ways as urban culture introduced suburban youth to energetic dances. He started moving his arms like waves from fingertip to fingertip. His energy flowed through his joints like a lightning bolt. Stephen, a boy on his football team, turned his garage into a breakdancing studio. Calhoun would stop by afte

When a person lives introspectively, the depths of the soul explore emotions and reveal outward truths. I live for a deep connection with my most sincere thoughts. My belief is that anything can happen to a critical thinker. Recently, readers have reached out to me about my literature, calling me a genius. The term “genius” has never caused me to see myself as anything other than an intellectual with a strong work ethic. I don’t believe that my mastery of literature makes me

Write Right4Life, LLC: When I chose to author my story, the honesty involved felt deeply connected to vulnerability. No innocent child's life should ever be touched by tragedy. The mind of a reader respects the unique qualities inherent in how we perceive what feels right and wrong. I guide readers along a lifetime of emotional responses that challenge the concept of recovery. The decisions made during a child's developmental stages shape their ability to cope with life.   Be

WriteRight4Life, LLC: The Imaginary Journey Through the Brain’s Receptors   As a human driven by thought, I am grateful for the specialized protein molecules on the surface of my brain cells. The mind is within reach. When I contemplate life with its many possibilities, my neurotransmitters bind together, change shape, and trigger events that respond through ion channels, allowing my purposeful expression to come to life.   My thoughts travel as nerve impulses through ionotro

When Calhoun Mane searched for classmates on his social media, he discovered many reasons to reconnect with his past. Many of these guys and gals had played important roles in his childhood. The years flew by quickly for Calhoun, and aging became the bridge to many new identities. Friendships had always been a special way for caring people to connect. Many of these folks had once housed Calhoun and fed him. He remembered where the love came from and now hoped that his success

When Calhoun noticed less interest from his connections on social media, he assumed the platforms had become less engaging. Hardly anyone shared the significance of their lives anymore, and he used to find comfort in people's posts. Seeing new additions to families or watching people pull funny pranks made connections feel so meaningful. Calhoun had few real-life relationships, and now he desperately wanted to be part of a world where in-person interactions made him feel aliv

The Ohio winter of 1978 dumped 36 inches of snow in twenty-four hours on the town of Xenia. Calhoun Mane lived with his grandma, Annabelle Le Coureur, on the city’s east side. Grandma Fatso, as she asked her grandson to call her, allowed him to watch his favorite cartoons before leaving for school. Usually, on the walk to Shawnee Elementary, he and his friend Benji would discuss the plots that led their favorite characters into heroic situations. Calhoun wanted to experience

Calhoun Mane used his words wisely. He crafted stories that led readers to have out-of-body experiences. When working with the English language, his voice certainly resembled that of a dedicated wordsmith consumed by passion. A love of characterization led him to linguistics, drawing on various regions across the United States, and the dialogue always suited the personalities he created. Talent overshadowed every other aspect of his life.   Calhoun wrote about genuine events,

I plan like a conductor of a well-practiced orchestra, tuning into the instruments that represent my life as part of a concert of performing arts.   My blank canvas reflects ideas drawn from every possible shape, as curves and lines transition into the physical world, creating idealistic forms of all kinds.   A voice like that of a storyteller, full of passion for portraying life itself, and heartfelt words that express my deepest feelings, guides a protagonist along a flowin

O’ sleepless night—how have you claimed my attention for far too many hours, as life reveals its struggles during tiresome quandaries spent fighting sleep.   I greet each new day’s expectations with excitement, dragging myself out of bed, even as tired eyes force restless lids to deceive my perception of a time well spent.   O’ sleepless night—worrisome thoughts cause me to ponder deeply what feels possible, as my life races through my mind, determined to succeed.   Perhaps I

Calhoun Mane spun a thread around the tip of a needle. He secured the thread, and he dabbed it in an inkwell. He wanted to stand out from the other students at Central Junior High School. Poking his skin repeatedly to leave an inked lightning bolt on his middle finger. He thought that whenever he flipped someone off, the mark would make the insult more powerful. His immaturity had now marked him as naively imbecilic for the rest of his life.   Calhoun’s girlfriend, Jenna, was

Career goals come and go with the whispering winds of change. Yet, for me to conquer a sleeping giant, my heart must be willing to reach new heights.   I live by the belief that no sacrifice is too big or small when searching for the magic that will grow my professional life. For me, taking the cow to market means that, as an entrepreneur, I will be a single bean. Of course, I’m willingly giving up the cow, despite the ongoing supply of milk and meat it would provide. I will

Our nation’s brave sons and daughters set out to defend honor in foreign lands. Their purpose reflects a heartfelt commitment: to protect and serve everything virtuous in America. No intensity of nerves can stop warriors who love their families, friends, and neighbors. On a tough journey, paved with absence and hardship, driven by harsh realities worldwide, and marked by sad losses, America’s soldiers fight with one goal: freedom. Every soldier’s sacrifice allows Americans to