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The man on the stage

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Here is some unsolicited advice from an old woman living in the wilderness of Canada. I mean well. There...

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The Scuppering

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And so the Puppet Masters smiled. Now children, it is not difficult. Not difficult at all. There’s this thing...

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Story Time at the Old Folk’s Home

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Now Gertrude the Grizzled had had a life of high adventure not the least because she chose it but...

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Progress and Potatoes

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Please note this is a humour piece which is not something people may want to read depending on the...

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Damage is a Given

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The heavy rains are rich with life in the Spring. Even when the lilacs have died and the wafting...

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Whistling in the Dark

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In the morning, the bobolink sings. It always heartens me—listening to the morning chorus of creatures waking up to...

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101 Things “not” to do before you die

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1. Try not to get born in the first place. * 2. If born, don’t expect that the mere...

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Wings, Prayers and Hooplas

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It took me a year before I finally succumbed to a phone that would accept 5G. They bugged me...

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We have no piece on their piechart

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There is a lusty bird that sings at dusk outside my window high in the cedar tree. I’ve never...

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A total eclipse of the smart

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We had our small respite from things as they are, languishing as we all mostly were here in the...

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People do not want war

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Hatred is born of fear and raised by ignorance. And that ignorance sprouts its tender leaves long before it...

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Out of the Box

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With the end of winter comes a death rattle deep from the throat of the cold. It has sputtered...

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Building bridges to nowhere?

Sylvia Shawcross There was a wild wind and a wicked sky and a cold cold day. North of here...

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In the hollow of the rock

Sylvia Shawcross It is cold again at night and the raccoons that reach their little hands up to the...

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The Dark Days of Winter

Sylvia Shawcross Out there the freezing rain settles crystals on the high snow and in the trees and dens...

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abu-Jaʽfar Mohammed ibn-Mūsa al-Khuwārizmi

Sylvia Shawcross It was late in the game when I realized I’d forgotten to look at the latest meteor...

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It’s Cold in Davos

Sylvia Shawcross Well, heaven help us—the Gods of Mount Davos are meeting again. We’re now at Wefcon2. Run! Run!...

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The Hug of the Smug

Sylvia Shawcross When you grow older it is almost arduous trying to remember what once was. I was trying...

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In the Year 2024, if Man is Still Alive

Sylvia Shawcross Now, I was reading something about how anybody who questions things as they are is labelled crazy,...

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Santa Klaus is coming to town

Sylvia Shawcross “Oh you better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I’m telling you why—Santa...

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