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A Rainbow of Silver and Grey

My white knuckles were frozen as I clutched the metal railing.  Its silvery color glistened in the light.  It was actually quite beautiful: The rainbow of greys...

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My Unique New York Trip

Glimpsing out our train's family room window I watched as, complete with the new World Trade building's opening that morning, the New York City skyline slowly became swallowed in a hazy mist of shrinking...

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The Guava Man’s Love

It is early in the morning, and my eyes remain closed. The room is small, antique, made of solid rock, dark and cold, but filled with the life of my family. My mother quickly comes to the small bed...

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Dolphins and Sea Lions and Whales, Oh Alaska!

Imagine this: you stand on a dock beside a silver boat, preparing to board. The spruce-scented air caresses your face, promising gentle waves in the blue water of Resurrection Bay. Before you step onto...

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Dancing in a Dream

           The mountains beckon.             No, wait. Not just them. Green blades of grass pressing flat...

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Don’t Rock the Boat

An hour and a half north of Seattle, in a town called Anacortes, lies a tourist trap that comprises of a gift shop full of whale memorabilia and a dock along which are a slew of large, imposing nautical...

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Sometimes All It Takes Is Applesauce

I love Disney, and I was rather...

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Open Your Eyes and Let Yourself Fly

We arrived at the La Casa Del Arbol in Baños, Ecuador. I was overwhelmed with beauty as I gazed over the mountain...

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Musings on My Father While in Moscow

My Dad always loved Russian literature. Every once in a while he’d plop down one of his books on my bed for me to read, but I never would pick it up. The books’ slow,...

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Lies of Pond Painters

When I heaved myself onto the dock, I was tinted yellow. I was also slightly oily, with subtle odors of mud and sulfur. I grinned at my reflection and breathed deeply, inebriated by the scent of crisp...

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