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A Night of Long Knives (Hannah Vogel) by Rebecca Cantrell Books Review: PopSyndicate.com
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Remembering a great man who meant a lot to me
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A few years ago, I got an assignment to cover a school anniversary and I chose to write about the priest who made that school a success. Father Bush was not just the priest who baptized me, but who helped teach me about God and how to be a good person (stop laughing, I have my moments). He retired when I was little, but still came around the school and church and we frequently ran into him in town. He always acted as if I was just the person he had wanted to see. When he died, a different newspaper didn't exactly do a great job in summing up his life. To be honest, that particular paper had a knack for less than stellar pieces on those who had just passed away. So writing about him was my way of paying tribute to him--the tribute he deserved years ago. Oddly, I wrote the article in the early spring in 2007, but they decided to hold on to it because they were running graduation stories. It was then that I realized the anniversary of his death was coming up on the very day the paper ...
Live to Tell by Wendy Corsi Staub Books Review: PopSyndicate.com
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April's Fool
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April Fools' Day has never been one of my favorites. Maybe it's because I don't enjoy pranks or perhaps it's deeper than that. I have a feeling my mom might have a little something to do with my fear of this day. It started when I was a little girl and my mom was pregnant. She called me into the living room and told me we should play an April Fools' Day joke on my dad. Her joke? She told me pregnant women faint a lot and it's no big deal, so run outside and tell dad that she passed out and she'll lie on the floor when he comes in. So like an obedient little idiot, I ran outside and told my father, who was innocently cutting the grass, that my mom was now sprawled out on the floor. He ran in (who knew my dad could sprint like that?) to find her on the floor. As he panicked, she began laughing. To his credit, he laughed it off, but looking back on it....yeah, not so funny. Then there was the time when I was in fifth grade. My mother came into my room and ...