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Wubber Wooban

She was almost three years old. She had long ringlets the exact color of honey, a cute little dimple in her cheek, and she was my baby sister. Her name was Angela, but my mom only named her that so she could call her "Angel".I was ten and it was a rough summer. My...

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The Angel With an Attitude

he hated him when he first arrived. Old, grouchy, and loud, my sister's new cat was not the kitten she had wanted. Terminally ill, Angel longed for a "buddy" to keep her company. Cancer is a lonely disease, no matter how many people love and care for you, and I...

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Sneakin’ Sodas

We were both caffeine junkies and it was a habit our mother abhorred.Her mouth set in a thin, disapproving line, we feared her wrath and learned to sneak them in. We were 36 and 28, my little sister and I.And she was dying.It was Cherry Pepsi for her and Diet Coke for...

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Caroling

Nothing warms the heart quite like Christmas caroling. The holidays can be hectic and the spirit of Christmas can easily become lost in the rush and worry of getting everything “just right”. Eight of us decided to take a much-needed break and spend an evening...

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Susan Farr Fahncke

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