Changing Clouds
I am a chronic allergy sufferer and dust my home as often as possible to keep the dust particles down. While in my office dusting, a ray of sun...
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Echoes of Old and Movement in New
My husband and I visited an art museum not long ago. Upon arrival, my heart sank—it was fieldtrip day. The hallowed halls of the art museum echoed with children’s...
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Counterfeit Power
When I was fourteen, I landed my first job—the kind where you get a paycheck and learn about some guy name FICA who keeps most of your money. I...
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The Cross-Examination
Any time I receive a letter in the mail from our local county, my heart leaps in my throat and there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of my...
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