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Amanda's Story***Written by: Jessica Valerie and Narrated by: Danielle Hewitt***Monoculture***Written by: Theodore Snapdragon and Narrated by: Cole Burkhardt***Support the show at patreon.com/creepypod***Sound design by: Pacific Obadiah***Title music by: Alex Aldea

I never knew if you wanted to be the river, or just be touched by one. You have the eyes of a holder.  Obsessing over pulse you turn Over and kiss me and I think together we rival reverse symmetry and that we should write treaties with lighter fluid and smash rubies with passion, the reddest kind, because we are far from any Place.You Are The Story That started in my ease— Out towards the soul That keeps me Open I want to be the one to close you. Union in Albuquerque, or Toledo, Or dead winter walking On snow we cried I want to be the final stitch in your cell division sunrise It's not my fault you have boundaries.If only I could get you to sing this curse out of me. This chemical curse sparks the tremble in me. WhimperingWhispering  sounds are vowels, too Please, won't you pardon my layers, I just need the fall. The ground grinds me red and I hope from above To finally be something that Requires no love  It's not my fault you're afraid of madness.

In today's episode my dear friend Stephanie Gray Connors—renowned pro-life apologist and global speaker—joins me to share the behind-the-scenes story of how she found love at 40 (yes, I played matchmaker!).Stephanie gets real about the heartache of waiting, the tension between her calling and her longing for marriage, and the unexpected ways God showed up—through deep friendship, purpose-driven work, and eventually, a saintly husband.If you've ever wondered whether it's too late for your dreams, this conversation will remind you: God's timing is perfect.Stephanie's website: https://loveunleasheslife.com/aboutNEW: Join our exclusive Rose Report community! https://lilaroseshow.supercast.com - We'll have BTS footage, ad-free episodes, monthly AMA, and early access to our upcoming guests.A big thanks to our partner, EWTN, the world's leading Catholic network! Discover news, entertainment and more at https://www.ewtn.com/ Check out our Sponsors:-Good Ranchers: https://go.goodranchers.com/lila Purchase your American Meat Delivered subscription today and get a free add-on of wagyu burgers, hot dogs, chicken wings, or bacon for life! Use code LILA for $40 off! -EveryLife: https://www.everylife.com Buy diapers from an amazing pro-life diaper company and use code LILA and get 10% off!-Cozy Earth: Better Sleep, Brighter Days - Get the highest quality sleep essentials for 40% OFF at https://cozyearth.com/lila!00:00:00 - Intro00:03:37 - Stephanie's background00:10:48 - Cozy Earth00:11:44 - Career vs Family00:22:15 - Good Ranchers00:23:30 - Career vs Family Pt II00:27:30 - I would cry myself to sleep00:34:39 - EveryLife00:35:49 - Friendship and the best moments in my life 00:42:00 - Common Needs00:44:08 - Being loved vs being recognized00:45:49 - Singleness in 30s00:51:01 - 50 y/o who got married00:55:17 - We idolize many things01:01:00 - Mad at God01:03:00 - Holy people get overlooked01:19:05 - Would you go through it again?01:20:48 - Are women too picky?01:22:57 - Stephanie's book on IVF

Send us a textEver wondered what happens when artificial intelligence writes your life story? In this fascinating episode, I dive into the surreal experience of discovering an AI-generated book about my substitute teaching career—written entirely without my input beyond a few basic questions.ge of the AI-generated book cover!

FORBIX — THE HAIRDRESSER WITH AN ARTIST'S TOUCHIn the heart of the town of Tagliaspunta, nestled among shops of all kinds, there's a hairdresser named Forbix, for women, men, teenagers, and children — though not too little. Forbix is no ordinary hairdresser: he has the magical touch of an artist. His scissors are made of silver and, as they cut, they whisper stories. His ivory comb makes hair shine, and his hairdryer doesn't blow air — it blows dreams.At his cutting station, he becomes a magician: the scissors, guided by his hand, flutter through the hair and, touch after touch — voilà! — the result is perfect.One day, the tree standing in front of his shop said to Forbix:“You are an artist, and I'm tired of my tangled mop of leaves. I'd love a little makeover,” it sighed, “and I'd make a great advertisement for you.”The hairdresser didn't need to be asked twice: he stepped outside with his enchanted scissors.Circling the tree with the flair of a genius, after a few confident snips, he trimmed the branches and turned the dry leaves into silver confetti that the wind carried away. The tree looked more radiant and alive than it had ever been, with fresh green leaves adorning it like braided ringlets.The next morning, two children — Sara and David — playful as ever, were hopping along the sidewalk when they saw the tree, so elegant and in a good mood, its leaves joyfully whistling.Sara had curls like little summer clouds, and David's hair stuck up like a tiny hedgehog.As they came closer, they asked in unison:“Who's the artist who did all this?”The tree replied: “The hairdresser, Forbix.”“We'd love to go too! Our hair is all messy and really needs a good fix. Our moms have been saying so for quite a while now.”“Well then, you'd better listen to them. Go on, go in,” the tree encouraged them with a whisper.David went in first, tripping over the marble step, followed by Sara who smiled and waved.Forbix, ever observant, welcomed them in and, running his hands through their hair one at a time, slowly began to cut with his magical scissors. The comb gently caressed their hair, which began to shine, and with the blow-dryer, dreams swirled through the air along with whispered stories.Looking at themselves in the mirror, their faces lit up with big smiles, while Forbix, pleased in turn, gave them a wink.Sara and David happily thanked him with a bow and a wave.Out on the sidewalk, they danced in a joyful circle around the tree, on whose branches little songbirds had perched — giving a cheerful concert, along with the leaves and the children.The true magic of Forbix lies not only in the tools of his trade, which he uses with an artist's passion, but also in his ability to listen — and bring a smile.-- Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

FORBIX — THE HAIRDRESSER WITH AN ARTIST'S TOUCHIn the heart of the town of Tagliaspunta, nestled among shops of all kinds, there's a hairdresser named Forbix, for women, men, teenagers, and children — though not too little. Forbix is no ordinary hairdresser: he has the magical touch of an artist. His scissors are made of silver and, as they cut, they whisper stories. His ivory comb makes hair shine, and his hairdryer doesn't blow air — it blows dreams.At his cutting station, he becomes a magician: the scissors, guided by his hand, flutter through the hair and, touch after touch — voilà! — the result is perfect.One day, the tree standing in front of his shop said to Forbix:“You are an artist, and I'm tired of my tangled mop of leaves. I'd love a little makeover,” it sighed, “and I'd make a great advertisement for you.”The hairdresser didn't need to be asked twice: he stepped outside with his enchanted scissors.Circling the tree with the flair of a genius, after a few confident snips, he trimmed the branches and turned the dry leaves into silver confetti that the wind carried away. The tree looked more radiant and alive than it had ever been, with fresh green leaves adorning it like braided ringlets.The next morning, two children — Sara and David — playful as ever, were hopping along the sidewalk when they saw the tree, so elegant and in a good mood, its leaves joyfully whistling.Sara had curls like little summer clouds, and David's hair stuck up like a tiny hedgehog.As they came closer, they asked in unison:“Who's the artist who did all this?”The tree replied: “The hairdresser, Forbix.”“We'd love to go too! Our hair is all messy and really needs a good fix. Our moms have been saying so for quite a while now.”“Well then, you'd better listen to them. Go on, go in,” the tree encouraged them with a whisper.David went in first, tripping over the marble step, followed by Sara who smiled and waved.Forbix, ever observant, welcomed them in and, running his hands through their hair one at a time, slowly began to cut with his magical scissors. The comb gently caressed their hair, which began to shine, and with the blow-dryer, dreams swirled through the air along with whispered stories.Looking at themselves in the mirror, their faces lit up with big smiles, while Forbix, pleased in turn, gave them a wink.Sara and David happily thanked him with a bow and a wave.Out on the sidewalk, they danced in a joyful circle around the tree, on whose branches little songbirds had perched — giving a cheerful concert, along with the leaves and the children.The true magic of Forbix lies not only in the tools of his trade, which he uses with an artist's passion, but also in his ability to listen — and bring a smile.-- Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

"Once upon a time on June 14, 2025".And one day in June, a broken, poor little boy stole money from his uncle and threw himself a big party and a parade. He lined up all his toy tanks and his toy soldiers. He pretended to be important as he stood behind his little glass-enclosed podium and watched as the festivities unfolded before him. He was surrounded by (those whom he had convinced himself were) his friends. But they all knew the truth. They weren't real friends. He had bought them with favors and gifts. Their friendships were nothing but transactions on paper with loyalty written in water. He was hidden behind the podium, but there were some who were sitting close to him who could see the truth. They remained silent as they observed that his small feet could not come close to filling the shoes he was wearing. His body, though chubby for his age, was overwhelmed by the oversized suit he was trying to wear.  Simultaneously, in all the villages near and far, the true warriors gathered. They knew their secret power. They gathered in love, realized that they were united in brotherhood and they simply stood and let their light shine for all to see. The light from each village shot in beams overhead. The beams joined forces above, becoming a bright, white cosmic mass - shining into the darkness for the entire world to see.  The light began to affect the clouds overhead. The water began to pour out of the clouds. As the rain hit the people gathered in the villages, they began to smile and laugh and sing and dance. They were experiencing the joy of the real party.But as the rain hit the small boy's parade, it began to wash away and disintegrate his small toys as if they were made of paper. The street before him became a river.  The water overwhelmed the boy's podium, turning it over and knocking him to the ground. He slipped out of his oversized suit. His big-boy shoes washed away.  Various folks who had come to observe his party and parade, (and his so-called friends) all dashed for cover, leaving him utterly alone.  He stood up, with nothing left accept the cameras that he had placed to show off his pretend party to the world.  But the world finally saw the truth: Everyone looked down with pity and disgust at the broken, naked, friendless little poor boy with no clothes.© Wilkinson/2025

The Out of Tune InstrumentsOn the bank of a stream, where a great many colorful little fish swam, lived a small family: mamma, babbo, and their seven children — four boys and three girls. Their house was a bit far from the town of Strumentopoli, but being close to the stream and next to the Great Forest made it a wonderful place to live.Mamma lovingly tended the vegetable garden. Babbo, on the other hand, was a woodworker who crafted musical instruments from the finest trunks, chosen among the sturdiest and most fragrant trees in the forest.The children went to school in the village. In winter, they reached it on skis, while in spring and autumn they rode in a cart pulled by two young deer — one white and one black, like the keys of a piano.Before they left, babbo counted them one by one to make sure no one was missing. Then, as he did every day, he reminded them:“Behave yourselves, don't skip school, and remember the tale of Pinocchio and his nose!”Those words always ended with a smile from everyone.Babbo would then return to his workshop. His instruments were well-made, using excellent materials, but there was one problem: they were out of tune. Still, as a good luthier, he didn't lose heart. His passion for music was so strong that teaching his children to play had become a joy. He even gave them special names: Chitarra, Violino, Oboe, Liuto, Arpa, Bongo, and Ukulele.Mamma didn't object. Of course, naming them after vegetables might have been funny, but their village friends probably would've made fun of them.The children did well in school, and when they came home, they helped mamma in the garden. One day, though, they mistook some nettle plants for lettuce — what a sting! They all ran straight to the stream and jumped in to soothe the burning.The little fish burst into laughter:“You're so silly! Ah ah ah!”Mamma helped them out of the water and, turning to the fish, said:“This evening, at sunset, there will be a concert in our courtyard. My children will perform with their instruments. You're all invited!”The fish replied enthusiastically:“Thanks for the invitation! We'll be there for sure — it's going to rain, and we love splashing! Splich, sploch, splach!”That evening turned out to be a real party. At the concert of slightly strange and delightfully quirky music, everyone had a blast: the musicians, the animals from the forest, and even the fish — who mamma cheerfully sprayed with water.After that joyful evening, life went back to its usual pace: school, garden, and even the forest. In fact, during their free time, the children often helped babbo choose and cut wood to build his instruments.The Great Forest had become familiar to them. So one day, while they were playing there and climbing trees, the kids spotted a group of gnomes huddled together, looking agitated. They quickly hid behind some bushes to observe and listen in on their conversation.The meeting, called in great haste, was to make a decision about an imminent danger. A powerful storm was on the way. They spoke of a hurricane wind that hadn't been seen or heard in a hundred years — or perhaps even longer — and it was heading for the forest.“We must stop it, by any means,” said the gnomes.So they decided to call on an old ally: the Great Warrior of the Mountain, armed with a sword and magical powers. He was the one who, in the past, had already defeated dragons and even extraterrestrials who had tried to conquer Earth.The seven children, alarmed by the news and determined to help in the battle, ran quickly back to the house — also to warn the villagers of the impending danger. Meanwhile, the wind drew closer. You could hear it from afar — wild and howling. As it passed, the trees bent until their tops brushed the ground. Some swayed, others snapped, and a few were completely uprooted.The people of Strumentopoli, who had begun to feel the wind blowing through the village streets and saw the Great Warrior descending the mountain, grew concerned — but they didn't panic. Everyone grabbed their instruments and rushed toward the house by the stream to help the family who lived there, and together try to save the Great Forest.At the same time, the colorful fish arrived — united and determined — along with the other animals of the woods and stream.“All together we can form a barrier and block the wind!” they shouted in unison.At that moment, the children of the family — still out of breath from running — stepped forward and said:“We have our babbo's instruments too. They're strange, a bit out of tune… but if we all play together, maybe we can stop the storm.” And with that, they rushed into the house and came back out in no time at all.The gnomes, fully aware of the instruments' flaws, cast a powerful musical spell. When the children began to play, something magical happened. For the first time, the music was melodious, harmonious, and full of feeling.One by one, all the people of Strumentopoli joined in. Each person, with their own instrument, contributed as if they were all part of one great orchestra.The hurricane wind — engaged in a fierce battle with the Great Warrior of the Mountain — heard the music from afar and immediately began to calm. Its howling softened, and by the time it reached the forest, it had become a cool mountain gust, and finally… a gentle valley breeze.The wind had become part of that marvelous orchestra — the battle was won thanks to everyone. Each had offered their own music and helped bring about the victory.“United we are strong,” they all said proudly.The babbo luthier continued building instruments with the finest wood the forest had to offer. They were so beautiful and sounded so good that people said they were the most melodic ever heard.The children — Chitarra, Violino, Oboe, Liuto, Arpa, Bongo, and Ukulele — joined the village band. At every festival, they played with great success, cheered on by applause and warm smiles. Even the gnomes and the Great Warrior listened to their music… from the forest and the mountain.The colorful fish swam and danced happily in the stream, and when someone passed by, they greeted them with joyful splashes.The family continued to live near the Great Forest, and on summer evenings, when everything finally grew quiet, they would lie along the stream and watch the stars above. Their hearts would tell stories… and the night would write the happy ending of every tale.

The Out of Tune InstrumentsOn the bank of a stream, where a great many colorful little fish swam, lived a small family: mamma, babbo, and their seven children — four boys and three girls. Their house was a bit far from the town of Strumentopoli, but being close to the stream and next to the Great Forest made it a wonderful place to live.Mamma lovingly tended the vegetable garden. Babbo, on the other hand, was a woodworker who crafted musical instruments from the finest trunks, chosen among the sturdiest and most fragrant trees in the forest.The children went to school in the village. In winter, they reached it on skis, while in spring and autumn they rode in a cart pulled by two young deer — one white and one black, like the keys of a piano.Before they left, babbo counted them one by one to make sure no one was missing. Then, as he did every day, he reminded them:“Behave yourselves, don't skip school, and remember the tale of Pinocchio and his nose!”Those words always ended with a smile from everyone.Babbo would then return to his workshop. His instruments were well-made, using excellent materials, but there was one problem: they were out of tune. Still, as a good luthier, he didn't lose heart. His passion for music was so strong that teaching his children to play had become a joy. He even gave them special names: Chitarra, Violino, Oboe, Liuto, Arpa, Bongo, and Ukulele.Mamma didn't object. Of course, naming them after vegetables might have been funny, but their village friends probably would've made fun of them.The children did well in school, and when they came home, they helped mamma in the garden. One day, though, they mistook some nettle plants for lettuce — what a sting! They all ran straight to the stream and jumped in to soothe the burning.The little fish burst into laughter:“You're so silly! Ah ah ah!”Mamma helped them out of the water and, turning to the fish, said:“This evening, at sunset, there will be a concert in our courtyard. My children will perform with their instruments. You're all invited!”The fish replied enthusiastically:“Thanks for the invitation! We'll be there for sure — it's going to rain, and we love splashing! Splich, sploch, splach!”That evening turned out to be a real party. At the concert of slightly strange and delightfully quirky music, everyone had a blast: the musicians, the animals from the forest, and even the fish — who mamma cheerfully sprayed with water.After that joyful evening, life went back to its usual pace: school, garden, and even the forest. In fact, during their free time, the children often helped babbo choose and cut wood to build his instruments.The Great Forest had become familiar to them. So one day, while they were playing there and climbing trees, the kids spotted a group of gnomes huddled together, looking agitated. They quickly hid behind some bushes to observe and listen in on their conversation.The meeting, called in great haste, was to make a decision about an imminent danger. A powerful storm was on the way. They spoke of a hurricane wind that hadn't been seen or heard in a hundred years — or perhaps even longer — and it was heading for the forest.“We must stop it, by any means,” said the gnomes.So they decided to call on an old ally: the Great Warrior of the Mountain, armed with a sword and magical powers. He was the one who, in the past, had already defeated dragons and even extraterrestrials who had tried to conquer Earth.The seven children, alarmed by the news and determined to help in the battle, ran quickly back to the house — also to warn the villagers of the impending danger. Meanwhile, the wind drew closer. You could hear it from afar — wild and howling. As it passed, the trees bent until their tops brushed the ground. Some swayed, others snapped, and a few were completely uprooted.The people of Strumentopoli, who had begun to feel the wind blowing through the village streets and saw the Great Warrior descending the mountain, grew concerned — but they didn't panic. Everyone grabbed their instruments and rushed toward the house by the stream to help the family who lived there, and together try to save the Great Forest.At the same time, the colorful fish arrived — united and determined — along with the other animals of the woods and stream.“All together we can form a barrier and block the wind!” they shouted in unison.At that moment, the children of the family — still out of breath from running — stepped forward and said:“We have our babbo's instruments too. They're strange, a bit out of tune… but if we all play together, maybe we can stop the storm.” And with that, they rushed into the house and came back out in no time at all.The gnomes, fully aware of the instruments' flaws, cast a powerful musical spell. When the children began to play, something magical happened. For the first time, the music was melodious, harmonious, and full of feeling.One by one, all the people of Strumentopoli joined in. Each person, with their own instrument, contributed as if they were all part of one great orchestra.The hurricane wind — engaged in a fierce battle with the Great Warrior of the Mountain — heard the music from afar and immediately began to calm. Its howling softened, and by the time it reached the forest, it had become a cool mountain gust, and finally… a gentle valley breeze.The wind had become part of that marvelous orchestra — the battle was won thanks to everyone. Each had offered their own music and helped bring about the victory.“United we are strong,” they all said proudly.The babbo luthier continued building instruments with the finest wood the forest had to offer. They were so beautiful and sounded so good that people said they were the most melodic ever heard.The children — Chitarra, Violino, Oboe, Liuto, Arpa, Bongo, and Ukulele — joined the village band. At every festival, they played with great success, cheered on by applause and warm smiles. Even the gnomes and the Great Warrior listened to their music… from the forest and the mountain.The colorful fish swam and danced happily in the stream, and when someone passed by, they greeted them with joyful splashes.The family continued to live near the Great Forest, and on summer evenings, when everything finally grew quiet, they would lie along the stream and watch the stars above. Their hearts would tell stories… and the night would write the happy ending of every tale.-- Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

What a magnificent full moon!Late April.The San Fernando Valley shimmered gently.Tiny lights flickered softly,like electric fireflies in summer dreams.In a small garden,beneath an old wise lemon tree,something special was about to happen.Because lemon trees, you know,hide delicate secrets;magical whispers, patiently guardedamong their fruits, flowers and branches.Up high, safe and sound,Mr and Mrs Hummingbird waited.Little hearts vibrating with hope.They watched carefully,as small eggs cracked, whispered and hatchedunder California's warm sky.Jack and Sally arrived.At first with their eyes closed,resting peacefully in the warmth of their mother.Days passed gently.Soon their eyes opened andfeathers grew, stretching softly.From their nest they gazed with wonderat the lively world of the garden:birds singing, flowers murmuring,bees buzzing tirelesslyand squirrels chasing each other merrily,leaping from tree to treeas if they'd had a little too much coffee;far too much, in fact!“Calm down a bit,” exclaimed Sally bravely from the nest.“We're still learning how to be hummingbirds!”The garden fell silent for a moment,smiled quietly,and kindly replied,“Welcome, Jack! Welcome, Sally! Welcome to the Valley!”Days turned into weeks. Sally stretched her wings,tiny feathers growing stronger by the hour,training and preparingto reach the sky of her dreams.At last, the big day came.“Watch me, Jack!” sang Sally joyfully,and with a brave flutter, she left the nest.She flew—slowly at first, then faster;twirling, laughing, gliding above the flowers and below the branches,while the whole garden cheered and clapped.Jack watched from the nest, silent.His left wing, carefully folded, was still unsure.The garden held its breath, happy for Sally,but gently concerned for Jack.“Your moment will come too, dear,” whispered Mrs Hummingbird softly,kissing Jack on the forehead. “Believe in it.”That very night, as stars filled the sky,Jack stared at the little Glass Hot-Air Balloon that,hanging from a branch of the lemon tree,swayed gently in the evening breeze.An ornament, a sunset trapped,gently lit from within by dancing flames that, perhaps, were fake,but only if you didn't believe in magic.Jack believed.He balanced carefully, hopping softly,bravely, from branch to branch,towards the glowing balloon that kept on dancing in the windas if it were flying through the sky.Without hesitation, he jumped into the tiny basket.Suddenly, sparks shimmered. Whirls danced.Magic awakened beneath his feathers,as the Glass Hot-Air Balloon rose,lifting slowly into the evening air.“Jack!” exclaimed Sally, eyes full of wonder.She flew right up next to him, laughing.Together they soared, joyfully twirling,while the garden clapped louder than ever.Even Mr and Mrs Hummingbird blinked in astonishment,smiling proudly at their brave children.“You know,” said an old owl,smiling wisely from a nearby branch,“if you follow the sunset, through the canyon,you'll reach the Great Blue Ocean.”Jack's heart fluttered with courage.“Come with me, Sally!” he said, eyes shining.And Sally didn't hesitate.She joined Jack on the hot-air balloonand together they flew higher and farther,beyond the valley, over winding canyons,towards golden rays blending with endless blue.The ocean appeared—glittering, infinite;the waves whispering gentle secretslit softly by what was left of the sunset.Below, the Malibu pier glowed warm and welcoming,caressed by the Pacific Ocean and the breeze.The whole bay greeted the brave adventurers.Jack breathed deeply, heart full.He had found his way to fly, to soar in the sky;not by trying to be like the others,but by embracing who he truly was.Because it's not our limits that define us,but our courage to dream,our will to believe,and the magic we carry within.Because nothing,absolutely nothing,can stop those who dare to dream.- Written by Marco Ciappelli

What a magnificent full moon!Late April.The San Fernando Valley shimmered gently.Tiny lights flickered softly,like electric fireflies in summer dreams.In a small garden,beneath an old wise lemon tree,something special was about to happen.Because lemon trees, you know,hide delicate secrets;magical whispers, patiently guardedamong their fruits, flowers and branches.Up high, safe and sound,Mr and Mrs Hummingbird waited.Little hearts vibrating with hope.They watched carefully,as small eggs cracked, whispered and hatchedunder California's warm sky.Jack and Sally arrived.At first with their eyes closed,resting peacefully in the warmth of their mother.Days passed gently.Soon their eyes opened andfeathers grew, stretching softly.From their nest they gazed with wonderat the lively world of the garden:birds singing, flowers murmuring,bees buzzing tirelesslyand squirrels chasing each other merrily,leaping from tree to treeas if they'd had a little too much coffee;far too much, in fact!“Calm down a bit,” exclaimed Sally bravely from the nest.“We're still learning how to be hummingbirds!”The garden fell silent for a moment,smiled quietly,and kindly replied,“Welcome, Jack! Welcome, Sally! Welcome to the Valley!”Days turned into weeks. Sally stretched her wings,tiny feathers growing stronger by the hour,training and preparingto reach the sky of her dreams.At last, the big day came.“Watch me, Jack!” sang Sally joyfully,and with a brave flutter, she left the nest.She flew—slowly at first, then faster;twirling, laughing, gliding above the flowers and below the branches,while the whole garden cheered and clapped.Jack watched from the nest, silent.His left wing, carefully folded, was still unsure.The garden held its breath, happy for Sally,but gently concerned for Jack.“Your moment will come too, dear,” whispered Mrs Hummingbird softly,kissing Jack on the forehead. “Believe in it.”That very night, as stars filled the sky,Jack stared at the little Glass Hot-Air Balloon that,hanging from a branch of the lemon tree,swayed gently in the evening breeze.An ornament, a sunset trapped,gently lit from within by dancing flames that, perhaps, were fake,but only if you didn't believe in magic.Jack believed.He balanced carefully, hopping softly,bravely, from branch to branch,towards the glowing balloon that kept on dancing in the windas if it were flying through the sky.Without hesitation, he jumped into the tiny basket.Suddenly, sparks shimmered. Whirls danced.Magic awakened beneath his feathers,as the Glass Hot-Air Balloon rose,lifting slowly into the evening air.“Jack!” exclaimed Sally, eyes full of wonder.She flew right up next to him, laughing.Together they soared, joyfully twirling,while the garden clapped louder than ever.Even Mr and Mrs Hummingbird blinked in astonishment,smiling proudly at their brave children.“You know,” said an old owl,smiling wisely from a nearby branch,“if you follow the sunset, through the canyon,you'll reach the Great Blue Ocean.”Jack's heart fluttered with courage.“Come with me, Sally!” he said, eyes shining.And Sally didn't hesitate.She joined Jack on the hot-air balloonand together they flew higher and farther,beyond the valley, over winding canyons,towards golden rays blending with endless blue.The ocean appeared—glittering, infinite;the waves whispering gentle secretslit softly by what was left of the sunset.Below, the Malibu pier glowed warm and welcoming,caressed by the Pacific Ocean and the breeze.The whole bay greeted the brave adventurers.Jack breathed deeply, heart full.He had found his way to fly, to soar in the sky;not by trying to be like the others,but by embracing who he truly was.Because it's not our limits that define us,but our courage to dream,our will to believe,and the magic we carry within.Because nothing,absolutely nothing,can stop those who dare to dream.- Written by Marco Ciappelli Each story is currently written and narrated in both Italian and English.The translation from Italian (the original language) to English and the reading of the stories are performed using Generative Artificial Intelligence — which perhaps has a touch of magic... We hope it has done a good job!If you like it, make sure to tell your friends, family, and teachers, and subscribe to this podcast to stay updated. You'll be able to read or listen to new stories as soon as they become available. Visit us On The Official Website https://www.storiesottolestelle.com/

Love is for the Birds! In this episode, we explore the fascinating (and feathered) origins of Valentine's Day. Long before Hallmark, medieval poets and BIRDS played a role in shaping this holiday of love. From Chaucer's Parliament of Fowls to the first handwritten valentines and the rise of mass-produced cards, discover how nature, animals, poetry, history, and tradition intertwined to create the celebration we know today. Plus, a special thank-you to Plaine Products for sponsoring this episode! Tune in for a story of love, poetry, and—of course—birds. —————— Join our awesome community and support this podcast through Patreon or as an Apple Subscriber for bonus material, early access to episodes, and other perks, depending on the option you choose.  Support this podcast today at JoyfulVegan.com/Donate Visit my website: JoyfulVegan.com Join me on an all-inclusive vegan trip: JoyfulVeganTrips.com AFFILIATE PARTNERS: Complement — Use this link (https://lovecomplement.com/?aff=152) and coupon code "joyfulvegan" and get 15% off my favorite supplements. Plaine Products — Use this link (https://www.plaineproducts.com/ref/161) and coupon code "compassion" for 20% off my favorite zero waste bath and body products. Thank you for listening.  

Lost in the pitch-black depths of a cave, a man faces the terror of the unknown—until he discovers he's not alone. A chilling tale of primal fear. The Beast in the Cave by H. P. Lovecraft. That's next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast.Thanks to 1mzk who gave us a 5 star rating and review on Apple Podcasts, “Very well done. I enjoy this podcast, both content and presentation.” And special thanks to bratface5477 for their 5 star rating and review, “What a treat! I'm enjoying every minute.” Thanks to both of you for your reviews. Your ratings and reviews mean the world to us and help others discover The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast! Even a short review can make a big impact. Thank you so much for supporting and sharing our podcast!Today's story began its journey in the spring of 1904, with the final draft completed in April 1905—when H. P. Lovecraft was just 14 years old. The knack for crafting compelling tales at such a young age seems to be a hallmark of truly brilliant authors. We will find more evidence of that in the next episode of the podcast.Our story was first published in the June 1918 issue of the amateur journalism publication The Vagrant, The Beast in the Cave by H. P. Lovecraft…Next on The Lost Sci-Fi Podcast, Trapped in a horrifying cycle of death and resurrection, a man becomes the unwilling subject of a mad-mans twisted experiments. A tantalizing tale of science, survival, and the fight for freedom. A Thousand Deaths by Jack London.☕ Buy Me a Coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/scottsV===========================

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The Leo and Kath Story - Part 5Naging malalim ang pagkakaibigan ni Leo at Kath. Aktibo sa kaniya-kaniyang tungkulin sa gawain ng Diyos kaya naman mas maraming panahon na sila ay nagkasama. Subalit nang tumibok parehas ang kanilang puso para sa isa't-isa, laking tanong ni Leo at Kath kung bakit tila silang dalawa ang pinapakita ng Panginoon na para sa isa't-isa.Support CBN Asia today!https://www.cbnasia.com/giveSupport the show

Omi Bhai is an introverted, kind-hearted man living in a small Indian town, content with his modest life surrounded by books and family. But his quiet existence takes an unexpected turn when he marries Shobha, a vibrant woman who longs for freedom and adventure. The story unravels as Shobha's impulsive decisions lead to heartbreak and chaos, with Omi searching for her after she mysteriously disappears. Through emotional reunions, mystical healers, and journeys across exotic locations in search of a cure for her mental health struggles, Omi remains steadfast in his loyalty. Meanwhile, his friends and family try to make sense of the strange events. Set against a backdrop of small-town charm and societal expectations, this is a tale of love, resilience, and the silent sacrifices of an unassuming man caught in the whirlwind of unexpected circumstances. Will Omi's devotion be enough to mend the cracks in his world?

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Remember tonight that your story is written by the God of victory.No matter what kind of day you've had, rest in hope and peace tonight as you draw near to the heart of God. This short, uplifting meditation from His Word will create a space at the end of the day for you to refocus on the goodness and nearness of the Lord, entrust your burdens to Him and fill your mind with His promises and faithfulness towards you. Tonight's meditation is read by Lucy. Meet the team at odb.org/meet-the-team.Send us a text message to let us know how we can make the Evening Meditations an even better experience for you!Support the Show.Thank you to everyone who asked for easy ways to share the Evening Meditations! We're working on including this in the Our Daily Bread app. In the meantime, you can share episodes with the press of a button on any podcast-streaming platform.We hope that you have enjoyed this Evening Meditation from Our Daily Bread Ministries! You can find more exciting content from Our Daily Bread Ministries by following us on Facebook, Instagram, YouTube and TikTok. You can even sign up to receive Our Daily Bread Bible reading notes sent straight to your door for free: ourdailybread.org/meditation. All our funding comes from our listeners, like you, who value what we do and want to help us reach more people. You can make a donation towards our mission at eveningmeditations.org.

God wants us to understand righteousness and the connection to health, wealth, and prosperity. So, what do righteousness and wealth have in common? For starters, knowing that you are righteous can help you walk in the wealth that God intends for you to have! From Abraham to David, there are several patriarchs who walked in righteousness before Jesus came onto the scene. How? Find out in today's episode of The WealthBuilders Podcast! Mike Davis shares about God's heart for His people to prosper and His divine will that was written in the stars since the beginning of time. Tune in to learn how great wealth is in the house of the righteous (Proverbs 15:6 NASB).

After recently having read the ancient text "The Atrahasis", I knew it was more than worthwhile text that my listeners had to be made aware of.  This fascinating story that predates the Genesis flood story by 1200 years is a fascinating story about how King Atrahasis is given advanced knowledge of an impending flood by Enki... much to the chagrin of his brother Enlil.  The book is a very short read but for those of you who aren't aware of this story or the Anunnaki... you wont want to miss this!      Tim's Links Find all the places to watch / listen and subscribe at www.timuncensored.com Sign up for Tim's Live Masterclass to help you plan for retirement during the Great Reset. Want to work with Tim and have him manage your Retirement portfolio?  Apply here Get a free copy of Tim's ebook  "How it's Rigged"  Text LibertyAdvisor (one word, no spaces) to 71441 Join Tim's eMail list: https://forms.aweber.com/form/52/137208552.htm  

The New Orleans Trunk Murders are a long forgotten dark chapter in the city's history. The gruesome discovery of two dismembered bodies in the French Quarter in October 1927 was one of the most violent crimes reported in the city in the 1920s. Want more Southern Mysteries?  Hear the Southern Mysteries show archive of 60+ episodes along with Patron exclusive podcast, Audacious: Tales of American Crime and more when you become a patron of the show. You can immediately access exclusive content now at patreon.com/southernmysteries Connect Website: southernmysteries.com Facebook: Southern Mysteries Podcast Instagram: @shannonballard_ Email: southernmysteriespodcast@gmail.com  Episode Sources The Historical New Orleans Collection: Amid Roaring Twenties New Orleans, a brutal French Quarter murder shocked the city Bayou Justice: New Orleans' infamous trunk murders revisited Atlas Obscura: The Trunk Murders and ‘Sausage Ghost' of 1920s New Orleans Southern Spirit Guide: A Block of Death and Dismemberment – New Orleans French Quarter Mangement District: History of French Quarter Vieux Carré Digital Survey: 715 Ursulines St. Find A Grave: Henry Moity Find A Grave: Joseph Moity Find A Grave: Theresa Alfano Moity The Evergreen Courant: Henry Moity Captured Orlando Evening Star: How Jealousy Turned a Devoted Husband into a Demon Daily Advertiser: Be Careful in Marrying,Is Advice in Story Written by Woman Found Slain at N.O. Episode Music Dark Times and Long Note Two by Kevin MacLeod  Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. Source: http://incompetech.com

Today we're looking at a new story written in the stars for us in 2024 with Rachel Varitimos. It's not just about learning astrology; it's about applying these heavenly insights to cultivate prosperity and personal growth.We dive into how astrological insights can shine a light on patterns and ego wounds, guiding us towards healthier connections and personal responsibility, how embracing accountability can lead to profound self-awareness. And before you think it's all too otherworldly, we'll ground these celestial concepts with real-life anecdotes that highlight the practical applications of astrology in life, business, and love.Book a birth chart reading with Rachel@rachel_varitimos Get more from the Enlifted Coaches:http://enlifted.me / @enliftedcoachesKimberly: @kimberly.kesting

The Grue-Crew review THE ANGRY BLACK GIRL AND HER MONSTER (2023, RLJE Films) on Gruesome Magazine episode 444. Jeff Mohr from Decades of Horror: The Classic Era, Crystal Cleveland, the Livin6Dead6irl from Decades of Horror: 1980s, award-winning filmmaker Christopher G. Moore, lead news writer Dave Dreher, and Doc Rotten share their thoughts about this week's frightening addition to streaming horror films. Warning: possible spoilers after the initial impressions! THE ANGRY BLACK GIRL AND HER MONSTER (2023, RLJE Films) Vicaria is a brilliant teenager who believes death is a disease that can be cured. After the brutal and sudden murder of her brother, she embarks on a dangerous journey to bring him back to life. Inspired by Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, "The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster" thematically challenges our ideas of life and death. Available available in Theaters on June 9, 2023 and on Demand and on Digital on June 23, 2023 Directed by: Bomani J. Story Written by: Bomani J. Story Cast: Chad L. Coleman, Laya DeLeon Hayes, Denzel Whitaker, Reilly Brooke Stith, Edem Atsu-Swanzy, Jeremy DeCarlos, Keith Holliday Check out Joseph Perry's review from the Boston Underground Film Festival here. https://gruesomemagazine.com/2023/04/03/review-the-angry-black-girl-and-her-monster-2023-boston-underground-film-festival-a-thoughtful-take-on-the-frankenstein-myth/ FOLLOW: Gruesome Magazine Website http://gruesomemagazine.com YouTube Channel (Subscribe Today!) https://youtube.com/c/gruesomemagazine Instagram https://www.instagram.com/gruesomemagazine/ Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/HorrorNewsRadioOfficial/ Doc, Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DocRottenHNR Crystal, Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/living6dead6irl Crystal, Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/livin6dead6irl/ Jeff, Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jeffmohr9 Dave, Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/drehershouseofhorrors

Happy summer! ☀️ Kick off the summer season with this cute episode about twin sisters that vacation at the beach and learn some valuable lessons while building sandcastles. We dive into Helaman 5:12 from the Book of Mormon and learn who the real life "safety rock" is! (P.S. It's JESUS.... just in case you couldn't wait to find out.)

Elisa Brown, 65, is risking you'll love her one woman show ‘Hoodwinked From Heaven'. You know I'm always a champion for anyone risking a new idea.  Elisa Brown is a classically trained vocalist who thrilled audiences around the world for decades with her wide range of vocal styles before returning home to care for her Dad Bill, who had Alzheimer's.  "Daddy", Elisa explained in her Texas twang, was always a little bummed that his daughter was turned on by Mozart and Classical Music, because he really really liked Country Music.  Elisa's Dad knew Alzheimers would eventually take his memory but he also knew, as did Elisa, that music memories often remain in the brains of Alzheimer patients even as language and other memories disappear. So he asked Elisa to write him some Country and Americana songs that he could listen to every day so as not to forget her. And he made her promise to do something with them. So Elisa Brown wrote her Daddy six songs and sonofagun, he never forgot her.  And sonofagun,now she's doing something with those songs as promised with, as she put it, her father directing from Heaven! Funny. In her Dad's honor after he passed, Elisa made the crazy bold decision to take those darn country songs powered by her late fathers joy of hearing them, and turn them into a one woman show."Hoodwinked from Heaven". It's a show that's been described as heart-warming and knee slapping fun. A show completely different that anything Elisa's ever done in her life. Even she can't belive she's doing this. LOL And as her lyrics in one song go, "Hoodwinked From Heaven" ...'a delightfully devine con.' Should be a riot to see Elisa kick up her cowboy boot heels and spin some tall Texas tales (many of them true and outlandish family stories) in her show that celebrates the deeply American music that kept her family alive with hope and laughter.  I mean ya gotta love the song about her Grandmother who was married like 9 times. Ha. 'Too Many Yeses Not Enough Nos'. "Expect men to have problems said Grandma one day. Lovers are like chips you just can't have one. I took that to heart and thought I'd have fun'.  And then there's the song 'Pizza and Beer' about Elisa's bad marital decision. "We met in a bar, I was naive he was a star. He was smooth, I was dumb and hot to trot. Didn't know at the time, he was slime. Married on the spot, and he took all I got. I was hitched to a sack of manure." Honestly Elisa Brown really got my attention with her funny Texas stories, witty songwriting and talented composing. She's a force for sure and she's decided to have some fun doing something completely different than she's ever done before. Never too late to try something new! Enjoy this podcast of the live studio interview with Elisa Brown who joined me on The Debbie Nigro Show. She's terrific. She tells some wildly fun Texas family stories, and you'll also hear some snippets of the songs she wrote for her Dad that inspired  ‘Hoodwinked from Heaven' making it's NYC debut at  Symphony Space in NYC on  Sunday, May 7, 2023 @ 3:00 PM. Address: 250 W 95th St. @ Broadway, New York, NY 10025 Lyrics, Music, and Story Written and Performed by Elisa Brown-  For Tickets ($45) and more info: ElisaBrownMusic.com

This episode is brought to you by my favorite scripture in the Book of Mormon, Ether 12: 27! The special question of the day is "What does it mean to be humble?" Come hang with Duke as he learns how to be HUMBLE in the process of riding his bike. Be sure to help your kids find the three answers to the question of the day by listening for the special music that we'll show you at the beginning of the episode.  The challenge for this scripture is to think of one thing you want to be good at, but you're not the greatest at yet. Ask Heavenly Father to help you get good at it. Trust that He can give you the answers you need. Now, think of a different way you can go about it... and give it a shot!  Thanks for listening in! We'd love to have you part of our Instagram community. You can find us @scripturebeatz where you can get podcast notifications, music videos for the songs and the beats, and other tips and inspirations for parents trying to raise children in a Christ-centered home! As always, thank you to our Scripture Beatz Team!  Voice Credits: Brittney Robinette, Asher Eddy, Amber Eddy Podcast Editing and Music Creation by: Katie Pearse Productions (You have a magical touch!)  Story Written by: Amber Eddy --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/amber-eddy/message

On today's episode, Nicole talks to the incredible, (now married), Kingdom builder couple Riley Sewell and Jack Kehoe. In this episode, they dive in and share with us the amazing God story of how they met, what has made their relationship what it is, and how sharing your story has lasting impact for the Kingdom of Heaven. Be prepared to laugh, feel the love between these two, and be inspired. Time to check in!!Follow Jack on Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/jackkehoe/Follow Riley on Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/rileywithcourage/Watch & listen to more of Riley's speaking engagements:https://linktr.ee/rileywithcourageBe sure to follow @DREAMCHECKPODCAST on instagram for more behind the scenes, inspiring quotes, and all updates!!For more on relationships and fun content, follow your host, @NICOLEMARIEIVANOVFor more behind Dream Check podcast, visit: www.nicoleivanov.com/podcast

In which some of the members of the Flying Kerrs writing group read aloud a Christmas Ghost story written by Denise Tanaka. Sit back and enjoy - Don't Go Upstairs. … Continue...Episode 170 – A Christmas Ghost story written by Denise Tanaka

Welcome or welcome back to the Relatable Voice podcast! In today's episode, the RV is on the road headed to Illinois to speak with William R. Douglas. William is a first-time novelist and has just published his book entitled “The Death and Resurrection of Baseball: Echoes from a Distant Past”. Website :https://www.authorwilliamrdouglas.com/ Also on Facebook and Twitter. Links to them are at William's author page. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Chapin's successful journalism career crumbled as stress chipped away at his mental health, and he committed a terrible crime. But there were still surprises left to his story.  Research:  “Of the Dynamite Explosion in Russell Sage's Office.” The Leaf-Chronicle (Clarkeville, Tennessee). Dec. 7, 1891. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/353237459/?terms=%22russel%20sage%22&match=1 “A Dynamite Bomb.” The Alliance Herald. Dec. 11, 1891. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/423611027/?terms=%22russel%20sage%22&match=1 “City Slave Girls.” Saturday Evening Kansas Commoner. Aug. 24, 1888. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/382892220/?clipping_id=30641784&fcfToken=eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJmcmVlLXZpZXctaWQiOjM4Mjg5MjIyMCwiaWF0IjoxNjYyNDY2MjA3LCJleHAiOjE2NjI1NTI2MDd9.eLdfDQGTjlV-7dafIRsWSWJokfMsSrhH2IM2_6e5T7M “New York World Editor Kills Wife.” Intelligencer Journal. Sept. 17, 1918. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/557223275/?terms=%22Charles%20E.%20Chapin%22&match=1 Morris, James McGrath. “The Rose Man of Sing Sing: A True Tale of Life, Murder, and Redemption in the Age of Yellow Journalism.” Fordham University Press. 2003. Chapin, Charles. “Winnetka's Horror.” Chicago Tribune. Feb. 14, 1884. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/349741239/?terms=Winnetka%27s%20Horror&match=1 “Editor Chapin Sane.” Enid Daily Eagle. Dec. 17, 1918. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/608553349/?terms=%22Charles%20E.%20Chapin%22&match=1 “Mrs. Macaulley's Crime.” Chicago Tribune. Dec. 25, 1887. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/349513839/?terms=%22william%20macaulley%22&match=1 Chapin, Charles E. “Charles Chapin's Story Written in Sing Sing Prison.” G.P. Putnam. 1920. Read online: https://books.google.com/books?id=UmZMAAAAMAAJ&source=gbs_navlinks_s “Russell Sage's Will.” The Ordway New Era. August 3, 1906. https://www.coloradohistoricnewspapers.org/?a=d&d=ONE19060803-01.2.45&e=-------en-20--1--img-txIN%7ctxCO%7ctxTA--------0------ Snow, Richard, “Charles Chapin.” American Heritage. December 1979. https://www.americanheritage.com/charles-chapin “Prisoner McKeague.” Chicago Tribune. February 26, 1884. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/349741560/?terms=neal%20mckeague&match=1 Roberts, Sam. “Archives From Prisons in New York Are Digitized.” New York Times. July 6, 2014. https://www.nytimes.com/2014/07/07/nyregion/new-york-prison-archives-are-digitized-by-ancestry-com.html Wingfield, Valerie. “The General Slocum Disaster of June 15, 1904.” New York Public Library. June 13, 2011. https://www.nypl.org/blog/2011/06/13/great-slocum-disaster-june-15-1904 See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Chapin built a life people envied, and had a great deal of power. His entire biography is full of noteworthy achievements and awards. As a newsman, he covered many of the key moments of the late 19th and early 20th centuries.  Research: “Of the Dynamite Explosion in Russell Sage's Office.” The Leaf-Chronicle (Clarkeville, Tennessee). Dec. 7, 1891. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/353237459/?terms=%22russel%20sage%22&match=1 “A Dynamite Bomb.” The Alliance Herald. Dec. 11, 1891. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/423611027/?terms=%22russel%20sage%22&match=1 “City Slave Girls.” Saturday Evening Kansas Commoner. Aug. 24, 1888. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/382892220/?clipping_id=30641784&fcfToken=eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJmcmVlLXZpZXctaWQiOjM4Mjg5MjIyMCwiaWF0IjoxNjYyNDY2MjA3LCJleHAiOjE2NjI1NTI2MDd9.eLdfDQGTjlV-7dafIRsWSWJokfMsSrhH2IM2_6e5T7M “New York World Editor Kills Wife.” Intelligencer Journal. Sept. 17, 1918. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/557223275/?terms=%22Charles%20E.%20Chapin%22&match=1 Morris, James McGrath. “The Rose Man of Sing Sing: A True Tale of Life, Murder, and Redemption in the Age of Yellow Journalism.” Fordham University Press. 2003. Chapin, Charles. “Winnetka's Horror.” Chicago Tribune. Feb. 14, 1884. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/349741239/?terms=Winnetka%27s%20Horror&match=1 “Editor Chapin Sane.” Enid Daily Eagle. Dec. 17, 1918. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/608553349/?terms=%22Charles%20E.%20Chapin%22&match=1 “Mrs. Macaulley's Crime.” Chicago Tribune. Dec. 25, 1887. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/349513839/?terms=%22william%20macaulley%22&match=1 Chapin, Charles E. “Charles Chapin's Story Written in Sing Sing Prison.” G.P. Putnam. 1920. Read online: https://books.google.com/books?id=UmZMAAAAMAAJ&source=gbs_navlinks_s “Russell Sage's Will.” The Ordway New Era. August 3, 1906. https://www.coloradohistoricnewspapers.org/?a=d&d=ONE19060803-01.2.45&e=-------en-20--1--img-txIN%7ctxCO%7ctxTA--------0------ Snow, Richard, “Charles Chapin.” American Heritage. December 1979. https://www.americanheritage.com/charles-chapin “Prisoner McKeague.” Chicago Tribune. February 26, 1884. https://www.newspapers.com/image/legacy/349741560/?terms=neal%20mckeague&match=1 Roberts, Sam. “Archives From Prisons in New York Are Digitized.” New York Times. July 6, 2014. https://www.nytimes.com/2014/07/07/nyregion/new-york-prison-archives-are-digitized-by-ancestry-com.html Wingfield, Valerie. “The General Slocum Disaster of June 15, 1904.” New York Public Library. June 13, 2011. https://www.nypl.org/blog/2011/06/13/great-slocum-disaster-june-15-1904 See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.