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Oct.10.2009
It looked to be a long night. I had agreed to play the fiddle at a harvest dance in the next county. At first I had shilly-shallied about takin' the job. It were a tedious drive over rutted country roads, and instead of ridin' my horse Rusty, I were, perforce, obliged to hire a cheap buckboard from...
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Oct.10.2009
She sat back,Crouching in the wood -This still, dark houseThat saw no good. Sat there waitingIn a misty shroud,Beneath a cold moonAnd black, stormy clouds. Her inhabitants filled the nightWith desperate, mournful cries,These souls of ages past,Not seen by mortal eyes. Continued here:  http://...
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Oct.10.2009
Every spring, Chris and I order butterfly caterpillars. We have an inexpensive, one gallon aquarium, where we keep them safe and snug, while they munch themselves to ten times their size, finally go into chrysalis, and then - the butterfly. Usually, everything goes very well. We watch them with awe...
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Oct.03.2009
So many people have said to me, "I don't know where to start! How do you do it?' How do you manage to write a book?" Well, it may not be as difficult as you fear. The "doing" simply is in the knowing how. Let's start with the basics. Just as you prepared for doing your homework...
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Oct.03.2009
My son came home at seven-days-of age. Fifteen years later, I am still in Nursery Nirvana. From the moment I first held him in my arms, I have felt a deep pride in him and how he came to be my son - and he knows it. We have always discussed adoption naturally and openly, and with great joy. I call...
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Oct.03.2009
I sat for a minute, looking at the counselor who had requested the meeting, trying to decide if I had heard her correctly. I felt my left hand press against my pounding heart. "Did you say, 'incapable of learning?'" I queried. "Yes," she responded, and proceeded to mouth...
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Sep.28.2009
Recently I read an email from a young mother of a one month old baby born with cleft lip and palate.  Her tearful post recounted a scene in her local grocery store earlier that day.  As I read her account of what had taken place, I remembered a similar incident which had happened to me and my son,...
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Sep.25.2009
I awoke early, as was my habit on Christmas Day.  There was a lot to do to make sure that this Christmas, like those preceding it, would be special to all involved.  There was coffee to make, breakfast to prepare, the opening of gifts and the pillaging of Christmas stockings awaiting us before...
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