life
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It’s six steps from my desk to the microwave. But I probably take a thousand steps for coffee every day…
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I remember the first time I read the word “licorice fern.” It was stamped clearly into the stone wall of one of the staircases at Multnomah Falls. I had recently emigrated to the west side of Oregon from the high desert of the east side of the state, for school, so I was taking every
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Ten years ago this fall, I – freshly graduated from high school – flew to Quito, Ecuador, to teach English at an orphanage. Ok, well, really, I was getting out of my hometown, making my mark, immersing myself in language and culture, learning something new about a corner of the world far, far away from my tiny
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Hello everyone, I guess I’ve been off the blog horse for a while – I’ve been reading lots of books, crafting, volunteering, hiking and visiting friends and family, prepping for Jim’s parents’ visit, Wintergrass, and planning my birthday! Meanwhile, the world has gotten interesting. The daffodils are up, the cherry blossoms are already waning, and
Anna A. Snook 