He must have noticed that the word “kidnapping” shocked us. He took the time to give us the word-for-word definition from the California Criminal Code: “Moving another person a substantial distance, without the person's consent, by means of force or fear.”
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Suprise Me
There’s more than one way to break eggs
Prompted By Prison
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He must have noticed that the word “kidnapping” shocked us. He took the time to give us the word-for-word definition from the California Criminal Code: “Moving another person a substantial distance, without the person's consent, by means of force or fear.”
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To sleep, per chance NOT to dream
Prompted By Pills
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Wondering where those demons of the night are coming from? Check your pill box.
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Last Letter Standing
Prompted By Holiday Letters
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The one letter I get every year, without fail, is from my longtime friend Jan.
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Birmingham
Prompted By Inequality
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Birmingham On the evening of April 4, l968 my boyfriend called to tell me he had just heard on the news that Martin Luther King, Jr had been shot. We cried together over the phone, and during that call we decided to marry – our small way of bringing some joy back into a…
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17 Gas Stations
Prompted By Car Trouble
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17 Gas Stations The question is, why won’t men stop to ask directions? The answer may be in John Gray’s well-known book Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus. Or in another fascinating book on gender differences entitled You Just Don’t Understand: Women and Men in Conversation by Deborah Tannen. Tannen, a linguistics professor, coined the…
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Morning Glory Farm
Prompted By Shopping Local
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Off of West Tisbury Road, in Katama, the beachy section of Edgartown, just a few minutes away from my home on Martha’s Vineyard, is this glorious farm stand; Morning Glory Farm. They have their own fields and sell their own produce throughout the season, open from just before Memorial Day until the day before Thanksgiving,…
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Kitchen Radio
Prompted By Remembering Radios
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Kitchen Radio Back in the 50s it seemed – much to my childish angst – my parents were the last on our Bronx block to get a television set. But of course we always had the radio. My dad was a self-taught classical pianist and we had what was then a state-of-the-art hifi system…
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Charles and Louise — Liars, lovers, and mythmakers
Prompted By Grandparents & Grandchildren
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I never knew my grandparents. They died long before I was born. My father died before he could describe them to me. Given the circumstances surrounding his time with them, I doubt that he could have told me much. Therefore, my fact-or-fiction report springs from primary source materials including pictures, letters, and newspaper articles and…
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My Nest Twigs Are Blowing In The Wind
Prompted By Feathering Our Nests
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Happily the forecast is for more and bigger wind.
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