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Tuesday
A Month in the Lives of Two Extraordinary People
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The voice on the other end of the phone is that of a child in distress. "I c-c-c-can't do this. I I I just caaaaaaan't." s...
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Monday
Nothing to Fear, but Fear
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I fear I am not in my perfect mind. - King Lear afraid to break free from depression negativity self-loathing and loneliness. afra...
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Saturday
Spring Strawberries Grown Right Here in Watsonville
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A Drop of Golden Sun...
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Broad daylight off the freeway taking the long way around down the winding mountain road surrounded by green lace sparkling light flashes ...
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Friday
Lemon Escargot
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Did you know that snails eat lemons? Now you have a new treat to feed your pet snail! Actually, they don't eat the whole lemon, they ...
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Thursday
21 Surefire Instructions to Becoming a Successful Author!
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1. Make the decision to become a Successful writer Author. Think positive! 2. Decide to make that wish come true. Yes, you can do it! ...
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Wednesday
Desperate for Clean Water
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When you're little, you put your whole body into it. Easy enough to grab the handle and push it up, but getting it back down, you had to...
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Monday
Cries with Cop
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I started to cry while driving on the freeway. I have no idea why. It wasn't simply that sense of tears starting to spring that you can ...
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Saturday
The Ending of an Era
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Farewell Cruel World! They came to take me away today. I warned you. Didn't I? I was all nice about it, and thoughtful. But, did anyone ...
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Thursday
Wasting Water
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When I moved here I found the yard very dry. I began watering every day and tried to loosen the soil. Nurturing it along, I began to create ...
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First Anniversary
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I look at the mess winter has created outside my back door. I look at the mess the birds have made with all the sunflower seed shells. I...
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Tuesday
Spring Flooding
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The winter of 1949 had been harsh, starkly white, and unsafe for a little girl to go out. I stared out the dining room window at my big nake...
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