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Category: Human Nature
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Experiences make us who we are. Choices must be made. The outcome? Something happens, it always does. Right or wrong or unexpected beyond belief. The reasons why we do things line our faces, whiten our hair, cloud our eyes. Then we know more than we ever thought possible. Good times are locked safe and tight…
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What are girls' stories? What are boys' stories? What happens if a boy likes a story a girl likes? Hey, what was the answer to the first question? Inclusion, not exclusion, encourages dialogue. We're on the right track now! But wait. I count way too many heads pushed to the margins. Let's invite them in.…
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Christmas had come and gone, and Marnie pondered hard on what she thought of 2014. She made a friend. That pretty much concluded her year-end wrap-up. Making friends was no easy feat for Marnie. She was an outgoing girl with grit and a good heart. Although her heart was good, literally and figuratively, her motor…
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Some of the students' offerings were hasty sketches. A few of the pieces presented were formulaic; even worse, sentimental. But four artists found poetry in the suggestion, the tease, the pale outline held up to the light that could only be filled in by someone with nothing to lose. Of all the measures taken to…
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Shirley stands sentry over old family plots and archived secrets. She is one in a long line of Truth Tamers, women in Shirley's family who write down the stories others work so very hard to bury. Truth Tamers do not seek vengeance or wish ill will on anyone. On the contrary, Shirley and her kin…
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And about that darkness…it's needed to put into perspective exactly how illuminated my thinking, my philosophy really is. Can I reason out a clear path for my life by using logic and historical lessons and unbiased observations of the people I sit next to every day? I think I can…I think I can… Or maybe…
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We don't even own a frying pan, but the smell of bacon fat clings to the walls. The odor comes and goes. It's kind of homey and comforting, but also creepy. Pork, of all things. Sue-Ann and I are vegans! Am I having a dietary crisis? Am I about to pick back up all my…
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Sara refuses to reuse bags, bottles, jars, twist ties, aluminum roasting pans and pie tins. The list goes on, actually. These handful of items are just the ones Sara was going to toss today until I intercepted the bounty. It's Christmas, for crying out loud. Some of those bags are plain, brown grocery type with…
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The insignia wasn't anything official. By Craig wearing it on his lapel, it didn't signify bravery in combat or affiliation with a cloistered religious order. The pin was just a jumble of symbols and squiggles that looked nice but didn't mean a damn thing. Not that it was all for show, though. Craig's bit of…
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What is it I see?Forget the sickly green beans.Drumstick and roll, please.
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