Munchie

Munchie wasn’t a bad cat, but he had a reputation. His name probably came from his habit of jumping up on counters and tables, eating anything that was left out. Bread, crackers, you name it – all for Munchie. When his second or third family were moving, Munchie was handed off yet again. Cristy took in the tall and lanky longhaired cat thinking that she’d find a permanent home later, especially after seeing how her two girl cats took to having a large, mischievous Tom around. They weren’t exactly thrilled. Neither was Munchie, who had a tendency to be crazy all night long, running and yowling.

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Ode an die Freude

Before going to bed, I look over my novel in progress. Just a few edits, a few places where edits should be, and other notes to myself and I can go to sleep. That’s what I need. Then, when the clock strikes three and the world is dark, I wake up and check it again. What was I thinking? I can’t do this, I’m not anywhere near good enough.

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Truth of the Cottonwoods

The cottonwoods are tall and scraggly, leaning over each other as shaking hands in friendship. This is their world, a place where they can stand undisturbed by little more than a few hikers and the buzz of motorboats. Their size alone gives them an authority that allows them to speak silently, telling stories about their world that reach back over the centuries. This is Pike Island, an island in the Mississippi that has been allowed to go back to the way it was two centuries ago when Europeans first arrived.

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Leadership

George Washington was known primarily for being fearless. When his men had circled around and were accidentally firing on each other, he drew his sabre and rode between the line of rifles, fiercely cutting them down. When he needed a win badly, he risked freezing to death by crossing the Delaware to surprise the Hessians camped in New Jersey.

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