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A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor
Interview

A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor

Meet Breanne Mc Ivor. She…

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Nocturnal Conductions
Humor

Nocturnal Conductions

The first time it happened,…

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The Lady of the Water
Fiction

The Lady of the Water

I’d thought Central America would…

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Two Blind Men
Flash Fiction

Two Blind Men

They knew well I was…

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An Interview with Ernest Brawley
Interview

An Interview with Ernest Brawley

Ernest Brawley, a native Californian,…

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Oh Akbash dog, we sing your praises; we have seen the unthinkable, the unimaginable, the impossible performed by you.  Since you were a puppy, we have observed your antics as you destroyed/altered/renovated our home.  You have chewed/relocated/eaten bricks, metal, hammers, garden hoses, huge stones, plants and their decorative pots, the corners of every wall in the house, a whole couch, chairs, refrigerator magnets, and solar lights.  Especially solar lights. As a sidenote – stars, the moon, and passing aircraft – seem to count in this category.  I have seen you bark, then howl at the moon.  Probably out of sheer frustration because you couldn’t get to it and destroy it. You grew an inch a day and so began to jump, then climb.  You learned to use the mysterious declaws, positioned halfway up your front legs and thought by us (and why wouldn’t we?) to be some type of aberration. …