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My local creek is the site of a foreign invasion. You wouldn’t know to look at it; it seems like an ordinary urban creek, full of jagged rocks, algae, and litter; maybe some ducks skimming along the top. But according to the bright yellow sign by the bridge, there may be thousands of invaders lurking
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Twenty years ago this week, fourteen-year-old me walked into the Virgin Records Megastore in New York City, not knowing I would be leaving with the most important cd of my life. I had come with some of my peers on an annual east coast trip my middle school arranged for 8th graders over spring break.
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I can hear it before I even open my eyes for the morning. It’s like walking by a stadium; thousands of rowdy voices clamoring together. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sit up on my knees in bed and peer through the dusty screen out across our cold, grey backyard. In the distance, I
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Whenever I peruse the woods and shore at Matthews Beach, just a few yards from the residential creek that so captured my attention several years ago, I hope to find something interesting and significant half-buried in the sand or nestled beneath the frothy fern fronds and ivy roots. Luckily, I have found many interesting items
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Today, Valentine’s Day ‘22, would have been my Grampa Snook’s 86th birthday: He shares it with his adopted home state of Oregon, and the date is apropos for the amount of love I have for both
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Among my many unemployable skillsets is one in particular that I have been doing for a long, long time. Building faerie houses, you might say, has been my life’s work. When no one would play with me and hiding in the bathroom every single recess in third grade was no longer an option, I wandered
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Sequim is the crown jewel of lavender in Washington state, and it’s easy to see why!
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An invasive weed, a glorious golden hue; seed pods that crack, and we can never go back…
Anna A. Snook 