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Jingle Bells, The Magic-Less Elf
Read more: Jingle Bells, The Magic-Less ElfIn the back of the preschool, sitting on a tree fort that overlooks the children’s bookshelves and toy kitchen, there sits an elf who’s lost his magic. At least, that’s what everyone says. I first found out about the magic-less elf when I went to pick up my son from school, and was informed of…
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Countless Layers of Silvery Deep
Read more: Countless Layers of Silvery DeepThe ocean has been in the news a lot lately. You can’t look at the headlines and not see the image of the Titan submersible, missing for days before finally being declared destroyed and the crew presumably deceased. It is a sad event, and definitely not what we had hoped the results of the search…
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Death by New Years Resolution
Read more: Death by New Years ResolutionI saw a decorative sign a few weeks ago in the clearance section of a local craft store. it was gold and sparkly and very cheerful, and read: “New year, new me!” It was most likely a relic of the New Year’s decor section, now long gone for the season. The sign really, truly annoyed…
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The Unwanted Gift
Read more: The Unwanted GiftWhen does a gift cease to be a gift? If the intention is evil, does it still count? The box arrived at my door like a bad omen, the outside horribly scuffed and crushed, as though it had been dropped. By the time I noticed it sitting there it had been a couple of hours,…
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Something New
Read more: Something NewI don’t know about you, but to me this Easter feels a little bit…heavy. Easter for me is usually a joyful occasion–the colors are bright, egg hunts are fun, spring is everywhere. It’s supposed to be a celebration. Of new life, of new possibilities. Of rebirth. Spring is here this year, just like it is…
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Killer Thoughts
Read more: Killer ThoughtsGathered around the table, each of us with a cup of coffee, she leaned forward conspiratorially as she prepared to tell me the secret she needed to share. “I killed him,” she whispered. “I killed him with my thoughts.” This elderly lady, a family member of mine who I will call Lili for this post,…
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Fairytale Land, Far Away
Read more: Fairytale Land, Far AwayWhen I was little, I was convinced that there were fairies living beside the river near my house. I used to visit them often, and would spend the afternoon gazing into the spaces between the rocks that I was certain formed the doorways of their homes. I liked to observe the moss, hanging low over…


