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“I haven’t found the peace of Christmas yet,” my mother announced one Christmas over 20 years ago. She was in her eighties and still full of vim and…
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The toes are tapping, and I am glad of it.Not one foot, but dozens of them scattered under the semicircle of chairs for the first middle school band…
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The hummingbirds left first. And it won’t be long before the loons leave too, taking with them their happy, haunting music.All summer we enjoyed their…
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Finally, the windows are open wide. The fragrance of fresh wildflowers and damp earth flow through them, and suddenly, so too does the hooting happiness…
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I am not afraid. Though maybe I should be, for I am walking with wolves. Not literally, or course, but we are on the same trail. I know this because I…
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Stars shimmering in a great silence. Lyrical rivers running over rock beds. Air so pure and fresh, it takes your breath away.And the beauty? Well, it is…
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We heard him before we saw him.“I may be ugly, but I still need help!” the homeless man shouted good naturedly as he waved his paper cup in front of the…
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They are lined up outside before the doors open. Even if it is cold or rainy, they are there. Waiting. For they are hungry. Today is their one day of the…
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Ants. Mosquitoes. Flies. Oh, My! But other than that, what’s not to like about a picnic? Having learned the joys of picnicking pleasures from my parents…
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Editor's note: Our original interview with Marnie Mamminga was published in June, 2013. The author returned to the WNIJ studios in July, 2018, to add the…