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At the heart of the little things
At the heart of the little things Dave slams the door shut and stomps across the room. His mood has not improved, and Conner is sure it won’t anytime soon. He watches his friend sit down and open his laptop. Conner knows what is going to happen and he wishes Dave did too. But Dave…
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The winter weather imagination games
The winter weather imagination games It looks like winter is about to get real. I just read the report for our area. Schools are already closing and children everywhere are cheering the added time off! I know at least one particular seven year old that is very excited about the snow day imagination vacation. The…
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What is the last number?
What is the last number? Is there a last number? Ever thought about that? If there even is, how is it provable that it is the last number? The question was presented to me by a little, and curious, 5 year old. We have many questions these days. This one was not an easy one…
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Butterbeans and the surface sprint
Butterbeans and the surface sprint The Sergeant thumbs the elevator button again. There is still no indication the car is moving down to this level. He jabs it a couple of more times and then turns back to look at the Lieutenant. They are ready to join their friends on the surface, just one level…
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When the Memos compare
When the Memos compare James feels mystified. They hadn’t been together long, but he is sure they have never talked about this place. The small building has the feel of a warehouse. However, it is empty except for a large chalk board in the center of the back wall. Anna leads the way into the…
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The first thought about a new year
The first thought about a new year It was the end of the old year, and the beginning of the new year. It was more or less the same as the New Year celebrations that came before. Except it wasn’t, for the little one. It was apparent there were more questions brewing, than were being…
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They didn’t get the Memo
They didn’t get the Memo James tries it again. It still won’t start. He goes back under the hood and tries the battery cable again. A moment later and still no cigar. The car must be in need of more serious repair. He shuts the hood and broods about what to do next. He is…
