I've Been Thinking of a Way

I've Been Thinking of a Way

by Nichole Fenwick I've been thinking of a way to say the things that get misunderstood. The things that go undetected. The unspoken sorrows that, yes, are a few years old, but burn so deep, they entrap me in this cyclical sadness. This sadness that surfaces year after year around the time it originally occurred. [...]

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Instincts

Instincts

by John Fenwick, Bay County Resident, Hurricane Michael survivor OAK TREES - some hundreds of years old towering skyward into a canopy of green. I used to look out from my desk and escape for a moment watching the wildlife go about their business seemingly unaffected by modern development. Now all but gone. The blasting [...]

About Grace

About Grace

JN Fenwick, Author, Four Weeks: A Journey from Darkness Grace. In society, it simply means a state of elegance or refinement. I always think of Audrey Hepburn when I think of grace in this manner. To me she epitomizes the word in all ways. Audrey Hepburn epitomized grace in so many ways. Image courtesy of [...]

Fifty + 3

Fifty + 3

JN Fenwick © 2020 | Author, Four Weeks | Editor, In the Eye of the Storm, In the Aftermath of the Storm Turning 50 seemed like such a surreal moment to me. How could I be 50 so quickly? I mean just yesterday I was 21, right?! It seemed that way to me! In fact, [...]

Grief: The Hardest Journey

Grief: The Hardest Journey

by Jennifer N. Fenwick January 17 marks three years since my best friend was taken. Three years since I last heard her voice, saw her smile. I've felt her absence in every day that has passed, and wished with all my heart I could spend just one more moment in her presence. Alisa with her [...]

Timeless Treasures

Timeless Treasures

JN Fenwick, author, In the Eye of the Storm | In the Aftermath of the Storm A room without books is like a body without a soul. Cicero Image by Pixabay Thomas Jefferson’s home, Monticello, has always been one of my favorite places to visit; especially, his library. Standing in the dim room, surrounded by [...]