From the moment she learned to walk, little Myrtle dreamed of becoming a tap dancer. She would totter through the house, her chubby bare feet slapping arrhythmically on the hardwood, her squeaky voice calling out โ€œTa-ta-ta-ta-ta!โ€ like tap shoes on a stage. When her second-grade teacher...

I opened the back door to my house, without bothering to put shoes on, and walked towards the line of trees that stood at the entrance to the forest. It was summer and the warm breeze carried with it the smell of nature, thick and...

My name is Henry Himura. I work for a large law firm situated near downtown Los Angeles. Weโ€™ve handled some of the biggest, most controversial cases in the last two decades and have built quite a name for ourselves. I am using a pseudonym, because,...

I donโ€™t think thereโ€™s anything more beautiful than a cemetery in the Fall, though I love cemeteries no matter the season. Thereโ€™s normally an abundance of majestically tall trees, more than you typically find in a public park, but not so many that they obstruct your...

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