One Saturday proved to me once again that it really is the little adventures in life that give you the best stories to tell. Strangers can be so interesting and dynamic—it is fascinating how when you take a moment to learn something about someone else that you seem to have a whole new world opened up to you. This sort of reminds me of the idea behind each person having a universe within them.
One Saturday morning, I went to Borders Express while I was waiting for my car to be …

In an article concerning the Evolution of House Cats, it was deduced from cat behavior and human history that “whereas other domesticates were recruited from the wild by humans who bred them for specific tasks, cats most likely chose to live among humans because of opportunities they found for themselves.” After transforming into domestication for almost 10,000 years, the story only now is beginning to unfold as research reveals the history behind the possible origin of the domestication of cats.
Anyone who has lived with cats will know that the felis domesticus …

By: Deborah Amar
Andretti, a witty and peculiar young girl of Aerrith, has a unique talent to synthesize particles with her mind. When the powerful military forces of the Guardians of Aerrith are completely and unexpectedly taken out by a new and unknown adversary, Andretti narrowly escapes to seek out the Guardian Beast of the Seal. While traveling, she meets a cynical undead necromancer Ghao and his sister Aifa, whose easily-startled personality gets the journeying group into trouble–almost as much as Andretti’s obliviousness to danger.
Discover more about the mysteries of Aerrith …

Ingredients: Sour milk, pudding mix.
By: Deborah Amar
Today I need to eat something
With what’s left that I can use
Ingredients are limited
But that’s never an excuse
First I need to inventory
What my fridge has in supply
I don’t think there’s much I can make
Or much there that I should try
I cannot roast banana peel
Why I saved it I know not,
The kidney beans are dried and old
And are sticking to the pot
The bread has something growing now
And seems more like a fern
I have a slice of onion left
But stinky food I should spurn
My eyes then …

By: Deborah Amar
A summer day can never end
Or so it seems each year
The longer cycles of the sun
Make cloudy skies seem clear
Each time the wind begins to chime,
And end begins to near
A whisper of the softest sort
Flows gently to the ear
The scent and sight enough are great
Yet lilies live for more
The lilies whisper poetry
As none have heard before
The lilies whisper to the day
That sends the breeze below
It touches ground that none can see
Where lilies lively grow
Beautifully arrayed in white
And drinking from the soil
Free to whisper their poetry
Without the need to …