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Human Renaissance by Clare Finley McCord, Ph.D.

Healer Donna Eden calls this "Delicious"! READ MORE: Share: PO Box 1223, Conifer, CO 80433 Unsubscribe | Change Subscriber Options

She took the challenge - look what happened!

She took the challenge - look what happened! READ MORE: Share: PO Box 1223, Conifer, CO 80433 Unsubscribe | Change Subscriber Options

Human Renaissance by Dr. Clare McCord

  This takes the mystery out of "New Age" principles READ MORE: Share: PO Box 1223, Conifer, CO 80433 Unsubscribe | Change Subscriber Options

Are You or Your Parents Facing the Finish? A Roadmap for Aging Parents and Adult Children

Are You or Your Parents Facing the Finish? A Roadmap for Aging Parents and Adult Children Read more: PO Box 1223, Conifer, CO 80433 Unsubscribe | Change Subscriber Options

Gone with the Wind by Rodney Evans

Gone with the Wind ~Rodney Evans   ( 1 ) This was one of my favorite of the series by Rodney Evans , October 9, 2014 By  Linda Barnett-Johnson "Linda Barnett-Johnson" (Montana) This review is from: Gone with the Wind (The Flatulent Pumpkin Series Book 4) (Kindle Edition) This was one of my fav

The Fart Who Came to Dinner by author, Rodney Evans

. The Fart Who Came to Dinner ~Rodney Evans   ( 2 ) I loved the name of this book , October 9, 2014 By  Linda Barnett-Johnson "Linda Barnett-Johnson" (Montana) This review is from: The Fart Who Came to Dinner (The Flatulent Pumpkin Series Book 3) (Kindle Edition)

The Case of the Plucked Chicken by Rodney Evans

Your review of Case of the Plucked Chicken just went live on Amazon.com Case of the Plucked Chicken ~Rodney Evans   ( 6 ) Kids will love the way this book is writt

Review of The Flatulent Pumpkin

Your review of The Flatulent Pumpkin just went live on Amazon.com   The Flatulent Pumpkin ~Rodney Evans   ( 1 )

JUST LIKE THAT by SakunaS (First Place Winner)

She whispered, her voice like a familiar song. Tears crept down her cheeks as she smiled. "Shawn." Her voice sounded calm-secure, but her expression; her quivering lips and her furrowed brow revealed her pain, her agony. She pressed down a high pitch note on the piano keyboard with her index finger. Her tears crept down her cheeks. "Beautiful, isn't it?" she said. Her tears were unceasing. She bit her quivering lip. Her tears became a stream.  I nodded; she still had her focus on the piano. "Beautiful." I said, closing my eyes. She pressed down another key. She played a short melody. When the melody ended, I slowly opened my eyes. She was still staring at her fingers. The piano was in the middle of the practice room and on the sides were couches and guitars aligned like as if it was her silent audience. She stretched out her arm to grab her jacket, and walked around the piano, towards the door. "Goodbye, Sha