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Another Way to be in School
In an unassuming building located on the corner of 5th Street and Russell Blvd, (526 B Street if you’d like to visit), can be found a group of pretty incredible people. Over the past five years I’ve...
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Will They Stay or Will They Go?
It’s that time of year again, when some of us breathe a bit easier and not just because we’ve graded our last essays, attended a couple graduations, or taken our first dip in the no longer cold water...
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The Colors of Us
Walking through the farmer’s market this past Saturday was both a colorful and reaffirming experience for me. I had strolled past the fragrant stalls many times over the years, but on this particular...
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Summer Escapes
We plan for it. We save up for it. Some of us pour over maps, marking the most effective routes to get to it. Others spend weeks comparing air fares and choosing the best flight times, booking hotels...
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Eye of the Beholder
We don’t always understand it. We don’t even like some of it. Yet there is no question that our fair city is filled with it. And not only in all the obvious places. I used to think that art could only...
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Here’s a dirty little secret – I’m not really a Davisite. While I’ve lived in Davis off and on since age five, and long before it became an actual city, I don’t really qualify since I’m just not...
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‘Tis the Season
I really wasn’t asking for much. But it sure felt like I was. My quest began at the local Safeway, a friendly enough place where employees smile and chat, and even ask if I am having an excellent...
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Our Best Friends
There was no way I was going to write about this. That’s what I’ve been telling myself for the last two months. But the little voice inside my head tells me otherwise, like it always does when an idea...
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Too Green For Me
I may have to quit my job because of garbage. It all started when we returned from vacationing on the coast. Great weather, beautiful views, deer frolicking under windows, complete relaxation. The kind...
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Flustered by feathered “friends”
It’s 6:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning. The kind of morning when you wake momentarily before realizing that you don’t have to stumble in the dark to shower, get dressed and head out to work at an ungodly...
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