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    Deblog 28: A Moment of Clarity

    No one went out into the fogginess because it was not possible to know what it contained. It was a consistent fug, seemingly airless but smoky, stale and foul-smelling. The thickness of the murk made it unpleasant when going out was necessary: all precautions were taken through the use of safety suits, oxygen tanks, lights.She closed the internal airlock and stood in silence as the clock counted down to zero. She jumped when it buzzed and the outer door latch opened. It never changed, no matter how much she attempted to steel herself for the noise, for the sights that awaited…

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    Deblog 24: Christmas Hippo!

    I love the current TV commercial below, not for it but for the hippo song.https://youtu.be/RAETKGleaPEThe singer is Gayla Peevey and this animated video was made by a 13-year-old named Chad Hylton — it\’s the whole song!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k69yBIWjLIsAnd in case you wanted to know, here are the lyrics … priceless! Thank you and Merry Christmas, Gayla! I want a hippopotamus for christmasOnly a hippopotamus will doDon\’t want a doll, no dinky tinkertoyI want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy I want a hippopotamus for ChristmasI don\’t think santa claus will mind, do you?He won\’t have to use our dirty chimney flueJust…

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    Deblog 20: It Came In the Wind

    For three days, the wind howled in the canyons, disturbing wildlife and people alike. It skittered like skeletal fingers across the rooftops, causing couples to huddle a bit closer in the darkness of night.Yet, the wind was simply a cover. The dust that preceded each gust was subterfuge — blinding the victims subdued them.It came in the wind.Like a poltergeist, it tipped over full garbage cans, knocked down fences and freed frenzied dogs, sent cats skittering under brush, and kept all winged creatures grounded as it searched. It pulled roof tiles, flowers, and homework pages. It stole bits and pieces…

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    Deblog 17: Differences

     This was a wonderful documentary. While the story behind Mr. Spock is what I was expecting, Adam Nimoy did so much more. He told the story of his dad. The man. It gave a glimpse into the personage of Leonard Nimoy.One thing that jumped out was Adam\’s discussion about how proud his dad was of his deciding to go to law school. More importantly was his dad\’s pride when Adam decided that he didn\’t want to be an attorney for the rest of his life. What was great about that moment was that Leonard Nimoy indicated that a person should…

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    Deblog 9: What Is Love, Anyway?

     There are many different theories and ideas about learning styles.I hear you — What in the world do learning style theories have to do with love, woman?Just gimme a minute.So this site gives a great overview of seven different, yet interconnected learning styles. Yeah, it\’s not visually (or even grammatically) appealing, so I\’ll give you the highlights. But I encourage you to check out the link to read about each style in more depth. What\’s here is revised from the Overview page itself:The seven learning styles and associated parts of the brain: Visual (spatial): prefer pictures, images, and spatial understanding; occipital lobes at…

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    Deblog 8: Happy

    https://youtu.be/tvY7Nw1i6KwConfidants.Cooking.The yard.Pets.Rain.Media.Writing.The list is not exhaustive as the things that make me happy fluctuate. Not just by the day but from year to year.Life changes and so do we. Over the past 30 years of my life, I have cried enough tears to fill an ocean. The winter of my first year away at college, my Nana (my dad\’s mom) Crossed Over the Rainbow Bridge and less than two months later, my Pop-Pop (my mom\’s dad) did, too. I made a series of regrettable decisions about two or three years later that led to nine nightmarish years in total, during…

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    Deblog 2: Exile Island

      A cool wind blew through the tall pine trees and created whitecaps along the shore. An eerie silence was broken by the screams of ghosts. Listen closely: do you hear them, calling his name? Captain Hook is what they are saying. They aren\’t the spirits of henchmen but the anger left behind by the indigenous Polynesians who had made the island their home many centuries before Hook. They are angry because their lovely island home had been renamed. How would you feel if your peaceful existance was shattered by the pain and rage of those dumped there? How would you…