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Abigail B. Calkin |
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Wednesday, April 15 2009 @ 04:00 PM EDT |
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In autumn, winter, and spring, the aurora dances reds, greens, yellows, whites and blues across the heavens.
If you have never seen an aurora, imagine a rainbow. To intensify it, backdrop the rainbow against a black sky. Look at the colors. Now start undulating it in separate waves or flashes that snake or whip across the sky. Imagine a colored glow that changes the sky from its darkness to green or white or, if you're very lucky, the crimson red of a sunset or rise.
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Abigail B. Calkin |
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Monday, July 14 2008 @ 01:43 PM EDT |
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PART I: THE ACCIDENT
As the lines continued winding over the drum, Larry heard a short, sheet-white scream. He whirled around to see Dick’s feet going over the top of the net reel.
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Donna D. Hood |
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Wednesday, March 05 2008 @ 10:23 PM EST |
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Last February, my 86-year-old mother did something she swore she would never do: she moved in with one of her children, me.
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Ann Tiffany |
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Saturday, November 11 2006 @ 09:00 AM EST |
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In wartime you get used to disturbed nights, nights when sirens wake you from sleep, nights when you climb out of bed groggily, slip into your siren suit and make your way to the air raid shelter. There is one good thing about an air raid from a child's perspective though and that is that if you have been up during the night for a raid, then you don't have to go to school until after lunch the next day. The air raid shelter became our haven during this time, the place we straggled to wearily night after night.
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Bonnie Lowe |
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Thursday, December 01 2005 @ 08:00 AM EST |
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| 5:30 a.m. The irritating beep of the alarm clock woke me abruptly, and I was up preparing for another work day. There wasn’t a minute to spare. I had to report for work by 6:45 a.m. I peeked through the window and wanted to scream! There had been a heavy snowfall overnight, my husband was away, and my two student offspring were still sleeping. I turned on the radio just in time to hear the announcement of school closures for the day. The students had a ‘storm day.’ The mere words turned me into a mass of anticipatory stress. What would these two partners in crime do or undo today? |
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Alan May |
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Friday, May 20 2005 @ 07:08 PM EDT |
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| They still stand like silent wooden soldiers along most of our prairie highways, many are no longer in use, and a trip back to the farm from my home in Prince George B.C. seems to find another one missing each time. An important part of the community, the local grain terminal was seen anywhere there were even the smallest traces of a prairie town. It seems almost like the chicken and the egg, I wonder which did come first. Unfortunately these old wooden monuments are disappearing, replaced by a much more robust structure made almost entirely of cement.
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Gedeon Hortulanyi |
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Thursday, January 27 2005 @ 12:40 PM EST |
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| The definition of the word cool, according to the Canadian Gage Dictionary, is: somewhat cold; colder than hot; bold or impudent; admirable or excellent. I have noticed that the word cool has taken on a more sinister connotation as it has evolved.
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Jane Bryce |
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Friday, October 01 2004 @ 07:00 AM EDT |
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| I grew up in Moshi, a town at the foot of Kilimanjaro, in Tanganyika, the country which later became Tanzania, where my family lived until I was seventeen. The republic of Tanzania was formed in 1964 by the union of mainland Tanganyika, and the islands of Zanzibar, consisting of Unguja and Pemba. I was born in a southern coastal town called Lindi, which shares the same Swahili culture as Zanzibar. It's an ancient culture, formed out of contact between the Arabs who ruled here for a few centuries, and the Africans they met here. The name 'Swahili' comes from the Arabic word for coast, 'sahil', and means 'people of the coast'. Kiswahili, the language I grew up speaking, is an Arabic and Bantu creole.
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Ying Mao |
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Thursday, April 15 2004 @ 02:00 PM EDT |
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| The cold, snowy winter in Prince George reminds me constantly of my dearest Grandma. When she was a little girl, my Grandma lived in a small scenic city in remote northeastern China, with large trees that covered the mountainside and a wide river, which ran through the centre of the city.
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