Author: James Thebarge

Children are like wet cement: Whatever falls on them makes an impression In a small, cozy home, a young boy named Alex sat quietly in his room, his eyes fixed on a small, worn-out teddy bear. The bear had been his companion through many sleepless nights, a silent witness to the turmoil that often filled… Continue reading Children are like wet cement

As the new school year approached, a family gathered in their cozy living room, the soft glow of the evening sun casting a warm light on their faces. The parents, along with the children’s grandparents, knew that this was the perfect time to share some important lessons about kindness, empathy, and the impact of bullying.… Continue reading The impact of bullying

Once upon a time, in a garden where the air was sweet with the scent of blooming flowers, there buzzed a bee named Honey. Honey was a storyteller among bees, and her life was a rich narrative of dedication and wonder, spanning the brief but impactful six weeks that nature had allotted her. Honey’s tale… Continue reading Bee kind

In the heart of New England, where the maples and oaks stand tall, a magical transformation unfolds each year. As summer’s warmth wanes, the forest prepares for its grand performance—the symphony of fall. In late September, the trees gather in a clandestine assembly. Their chlorophyll robes fade, revealing hidden hues—the yellows of sun-kissed buttercups, the… Continue reading The golden symphony of Autumn

In the heart of our cities and towns, amidst the symphony of life, there lies a silent plea. At the end of on and off ramps, where the concrete meets the sky, at intersections, we see them, souls holding signs that read, “Will work for food .” “Money, any amount will help”. These signs, weathered… Continue reading A sign of our times

Gently nestled among the warm embrace of autumn’s golden bounty, Quinn, a serene golden retriever lies, crowned in the splendor of falling leaves. The air is crisp, almost whispering with the rustle of the foliage that dances around him. Imagine, if you will, that this is not just any ordinary place, but a magical realm… Continue reading Autumn

In a grand forest where the whispers of nature compose a gentle lullaby, there resides a family of leaves on the great, sturdy branches of an ancient Maple tree named Eldergreen. Nestled in the embrace of their tree mother, each leaf blossoms in the tender warmth of spring, unfurling with vibrant enthusiasm to greet the… Continue reading The life of a leaf

At 5:01 this morning the snow was starting to softly cover the grassy surfaces. I was wishing that Abby would stay in bed longer however that hasn’t happened since the day we greeted her into our home. Half asleep, I negotiated the broken sidewalks, garbage, and recycling containers that lined the streets around our neighborhood.… Continue reading A true story

Her name was Marge, she was a resident of the long-term nursing home. Her days blended into one another like watercolors on a forgotten canvas. Marge had been there for years, her voice silenced by the weight of her memories she carried. The other residents whispered about her, Marge was the mysterious woman who never… Continue reading Rusty’s Whisper