100 days of stories
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100 Days of Stories – Day 84: QUOTE OF THE DAY
My father’s big on quotes. Always a quote of the day—one for any- and everything, let him tell it. I can count the ones I remember. But as I walk into the gym of the Naval Academy for the first time, a quote on the wall makes me think of him. A smile crosses my…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 83: THE JOURNEY
It’s the last of her hair. The final step in accepting this season of her life. Chemotherapy begins tomorrow. Carol didn’t want to lose her hair; she wanted to sacrifice it—to choose to let it go. Cancer, however, wasn’t a choice, but she believed she could make choices that would make the journey bearable, if…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 82: THE BYLINES
He longed to work for The New York Times. To see his name in the bylines would be a dream come true. Horace wrote for his high school newspaper, then for the campus paper in college. The Times was a sure shot, so he thought. Three years of pitching editors and he was no closer…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 81: THE PLANNER
Tracy’s a planner. She plans meals by the week, vacations, work promotions, weekend shopping trips. Nothing gets by her unplanned. The only thing she can’t plan for is how she will die. But Tracy has a plan for that. She carries a sealed envelope downstairs and stands it up against a bouquet of fresh tulips.…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 80: THE BOARDWALK
“Babe, are you sure?” He holds my hand, guiding me along the way. “It’s fine. I promise.” I look around, squeezing his hand tighter. Peering behind and around the pillars. “Anybody could be hiding back there.” “Nobody’s back there,” he assures. We walk a few more steps to the middle of the Boardwalk. He positions…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 79: CITY UNDER THE SUN
The sun sets on another world in the distance. A world that grows farther as the cruise ship sails in a different direction. The farther from it we move, the more illuminated it becomes as the sun moves closer to it. Separated by time. Kings and queens occupy the world. Hooves trample dirt transporting them…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 78: LOVE
My life was dark until love came in. At midnight, I stood on the balcony of my 1lth floor condo. A major deal I counted on fell through after I’d depleted my life savings. It was my last chance. With no money, no business, and all alone, I didn’t see a point in living. As…
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100 Days of Stories – Day 77: BORN TO FLY
It was the children’s author’s forty-fifth book. With less than six months to live, it would be her last. She didn’t want to think about death or the fact that she was dying. How could she inspire children to live their wildest dreams while her candle was quickly fading? With a little bit of heart…