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Summers here in Texas can be brutal! The intense heat, the humidity. Not a summer passes without hearing of at least one person collapsing from heat exhaustion. I am fortunate to possess what every Texan aspires to own: air conditioning.

One of the hundred million things new parents have to do is pick out a name for the baby, preferably before the child reaches his or her 18th birthday, if for no other reason than it is very difficult to register to vote when you are only known as...

Public speaking. For some, the mere thought of getting up in front of a group of people and presenting a speech is more terrifying than heights, snakes, or even death.

You have got to love soap operas. From the intricate plots and finely woven webs of deceit, to the depths of schemes, they were, are and always will be classics. They are timeless.

Some thought I was a mushroom the first time I came around. I wonder what they will think of me when I return this time. Probably a bottle of cheap wine, or Vodka. Depends on which nationality will be asked.

It is incumbent upon every Muslim man and woman to once in their life make Hajj, pilgrimage to Islam’s holiest site, the Kaaba, a granite cubed building inside of the enormous Masjid al Haram outdoor Mosque in Mecca, Saudi Arabia.

Rounding the corner, I tripped on my shoe lace. As I bent down on one knee I looked straight out as my hands grabbed my laces and began their dance. A blinding flash, as the sun made a quick turn off a marble surface in the distance.

What you're about to read is a 'labor of love'. Hours and hours of learning and research went into gaining this experience and compiling it in a form you can benefit from.

Hmmm, no ideas? So what? Ever thought of writing about….nothing? You know this is actually common nowadays. I don’t know how you feel but I am overwhelmed about the abundance of information that can be found everywhere.Everyone is writing...

Bell had followed him home. After a night of forty year old leaches in polyester groping her through thick clouds of stale cigar smoke at the Howard Johnson on route 60, she followed this tall stranger home.