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“In the Sleep of Death”

They called her the Hellfire Witch of St. Louis. They said she had the Evil Eye and accused her of murder. Only she knew what was really happening…

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Erwin Schrödinger, Cat Killer

Schrodinger was a sick puppy. If you really look at his experiment, it's very disturbing. In fact, if you stop to look at it in detail, you'll find a number of things that the common public gets wrong about it. 1. That cat's gonna die. There's no getting around it, the cat is going to... Continue Reading →

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The Rose Code

By Kate Quinn Halfway through this, I knew it was destined to be one of my favorite books. Even though I've read countless books about code breaking and cracking the Enigma, I learned much more through this book about the varied efforts of Bletchley Park. I can't recall a story where deciphering codes carried so... Continue Reading →

Grieving My Mom, Plus a Boat Race

I lost my mother very suddenly this summer to a cancer we didn't know she had. I've been reeling from that all year. I thought I'd run the gamut of emotions already. I went through shock, grief, anger, and deep depression. I've spent countless hours discussing it with my sisters, debating whether it was better... Continue Reading →

Coldplay vs Bill and Ted

  Coldplay makes me sick. I'm not being mean. I'm not saying that I dislike the band or that I'm unhappy with their music. I am saying that every song they have ever released flat-out makes me nauseated. Here's a scenario:  I'll be driving along on a beautiful summer's day, feeling fine. Then without warning I... Continue Reading →

Grandma’s Cookie Factory

Christmas cookies always makes me think of my grandmother. I know that probably conjures an image of a sweet little old lady baking a single batch of chocolate chips. But what I remember most is not the warm oven in a cozy kitchen, but the staggering output she managed. Grandma baked cookies not by the dozen... Continue Reading →

Two Sermons

In all of my years of attending church, there are two sermons that always stayed with me, and both were given by my father. Dad wasn't your usual minister. Though he was well-versed in the Bible, he rarely quoted scripture and never used it to win an argument. He never tried to convert anybody. In... Continue Reading →

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