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It was sophomore year, Spring semester breaking as the frozen Winter campus melted into meadows of crocuses, colored deep blue and gold, the University’s colors.…

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When I was a young girl, hard-wired tight and oh so sensitive, I forced myself to look impenetrable, on the outside. So attuned to the…

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Bremerhaven was founded in 1827 as a seaport for Bremen. Bremerhaven expanded Bremen’s trading capacities and grew to become a major port for fishing and…

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So when is life not chaotic? I mean, really…..when does it ever actually make sense? Sure, there may be a moment or two, when Love…

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Herr Finkham arrived at the Blue House in April 1918. He could not walk through the red door. He was carried from the ambulance into…

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My Aunt Hannibelle - Hannibelle Goldberg - was not really my aunt, but rather one of those far-reaching cousins, married in an absolutely inexplicable way…

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“Are they still talking,” asked Agatha. “Shush,” said Bella and Sarah at the same time. Both had their ears to the crack under the door.…

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What a wonderful word: speak. Rhymes with "squeak", that Disney-like sound little mouse-ies make....squeaks of delight as they ravage our cupboards, shrieks of squeaks as…

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I lay on my side on the steep ravine and pushed against the Tennessee Walker's spine with the fingertips of one hand, an unconvincing amount…

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Mutti, Sarah, Hans, their children and Herr Finkham accompanied Agatha, Andres and John to their ship. They were sailing on the Europa. She was a…

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A lot of people don't "get" modern art, or for that matter abstract art of any sort. They look at a brilliant painting by Morris…

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For countless nights, Carol lay in bed, sleepless as the creek that ran through her ranch. Finally, she decided that Mike was never going to…

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