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After my father's pulmonary embolism, he was never the same. Only fifty-seven when it happened, It was the beginning of his slippery slope to the…
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I love the phrasing of today’s prompt: It isn’t about “predicting” the future — it’s TELLING it. And I have a few things to say…
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Yesterday, I read an article in Scientific American: "Humans are Doomed to Go Extinct." Written by Henry Gee, a paleontologist, evolutionary biologist and editor at…
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The months I spent doing the right thing weren't a waste, exactly. Today they let me rent a car and now I'm going to prove…
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After my father's pulmonary embolism, he was never the same. Only fifty-seven when it happened, It was the beginning of his slippery slope to the…
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I don't know what frustrates me most about writing—that I can't start or that I can't finish. Or maybe it’s all the floundering in the…
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Waking up in bed with a lover was a lifelong dream for Christine. She had been a late bloomer and a virgin, technically, until age…
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When I learned that the town of Los Gatos, with the support of more than forty local organizations and businesses was organizing a “UNITED AGAINST…
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