Marie Taylor
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No Laughing Matter
I no longer listen to the news of the world. At 81, I am too old to risk getting depressed. Instead, I take a walk on the sunny side of the street and cast around for things that make me… Continue reading
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A Passing Acquaintance
I was sitting at a picnic table at the neighborhood park and enjoying the spring sunshine when an older man sat down on the other side. “How old do you think I am?” he says, pulling off his John Deere… Continue reading
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What Happens Next?
We all have our little indulgences or secret pleasures, those things which we turn to for a temporary relief from the stresses of daily life or as a reward for a battle well fought. For some it is a drink… Continue reading
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Worshipping the Sun
My understanding of things scientific is limited to broad and sweeping generalities. This by no means deters me from devising speculative theories such as those I have been pondering of late about the nature of the sun. From what I… Continue reading
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