Dan Foster

Joined February 2020

11 stories

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Writer / Poet / Blogger

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An Ode to the Man Who Played it Safe
Here’s an Ode to the man who played it safe To survive was his chief goal and aim To simply outlast all the rest was his plan
By Dan Foster2 years ago in Poets
Don’t Use A Friend As A Means To An End
I had a phone call from an old friend out of the blue recently. I saw their name come up on my phone as it buzzed on my desk and suddenly all the neurons in my brain associated with feelings of being wanted and loved started firing. I was genuinely happy to receive the call.
By Dan Foster3 years ago in Humans
The Death of Who I'm Not
Dearly Beloved, We gather here today to mourn The passing of our friend And though I know your hearts are torn
By Dan Foster4 years ago in Poets
I Became a Teenager When I Turned Eight
It is said that a boy becomes a teenager when he realizes his father is not perfect. If that's true, I became a teenager when I turned eight.
By Dan Foster4 years ago in Families
I Don't Believe in Soul Mates
I sat with my devastated friend who was grieving the end of his first serious relationship. In conciliatory tones I reassured him, "Don't worry! There are plenty of fish in the sea."
By Dan Foster4 years ago in Humans
The Chamber of Monumental Failures
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. And if it weren't for Finnegan Frey of Fernleigh Fields, there would still be no dragons in the Valley. Suffice to say, poor Finnegan Frey only did what he did because it was exactly what the Valley needed.
By Dan Foster4 years ago in Fiction
If Your Enneagram Type Was An Animal, It Would Be…. Top Story - September 2020.
Like so many people, when I first came across The Enneagram, my mind was completely blown. Suddenly I had an incredible tool that helped me understand both myself and others, while gently inviting me towards emotional and personal growth.
By Dan Foster5 years ago in Petlife
Sandcastles
We labored long and hard beneath the scorching midday-sun Constructing a sandcastle that would never be outdone, With towers reaching to the sky and turrets just as grand
By Dan Foster5 years ago in Poets
How to Help the Heart-Broken
Sitting around the lunch room table at work, the usual banter and lighthearted chatter ensued. It consisted mainly of complaining about the workload, whining about this manager or that manager and ribbing each other for the foibles we have or the various mishaps that occur at work — all friendly, of course. Politics and religion aren’t discussed.
By Dan Foster6 years ago in Humans
The Boss You Don’t Want to Work For
When I was 17 years old, I acquired my first position as a simple supermarket shop assistant. I was excited about the prospect of earning a wage but equally naive about the dynamics of the workplace.
By Dan Foster6 years ago in Journal
The Bucket List for Kids
I sat around the campfire with a group of young guys on the last night of summer camp. I soaked in the sights, the sounds and the smells. I love campfires, but, to me, there is nothing uncommon about sitting around a fire.
By Dan Foster6 years ago in Families