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“What Would I Tell My 21-Year-Old Me?” Written by: Marcie “The Linguist”

Posted by on Apr 17, 2018 in Rolling The Dice | Comments Off on “What Would I Tell My 21-Year-Old Me?” Written by: Marcie “The Linguist”

Vodka is usually a bad idea. If you want pizza, eat it. Music will resolve many a problem. Try a little bit of everything. (Note: This applies to most situations.) Religion is optional. Faith is not. Peggy Carter is the best “superhero.” Cheese isn’t that bad after all. Road trips become intolerable when older. Write things down: lists, quotes, poems. Living alone is a valuable experience. Being alone is important as well. Be better about using your moisturizer. Shamrock shakes don’t taste as good. You don’t find your dream job. Do the ones you have well. Protect your heart from others more....

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“Spring” Written by: Alexander M.

Posted by on Apr 4, 2018 in Rolling The Dice | Comments Off on “Spring” Written by: Alexander M.

When spring comes, bringing with it the new life needed to fight the cold and darkness, it begins on the valley floor. It’s subtle at first, a gentle melody rather than a thunder; a trickle on a tree here, a berry on a bush there. As the warmth rises, so too comes its strength, rising to a crashing crescendo; a tide that sweeps across the mountain sides, and into my backyard. All around, life surrounds me. The chipmunk darting through the green grass, taking refuge in the wood pile, digging its holes for home in the ground. The beauty of the fragrant flowers, their marvelous odors,...

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“Spring Rituals: High-Flying” Written by: Marcie “The Linguist”

Posted by on Apr 1, 2018 in Rolling The Dice | Comments Off on “Spring Rituals: High-Flying” Written by: Marcie “The Linguist”

March is a tough month sometimes.  I often associate it with failed elementary school art projects of cotton-ball lambs and paper plate-maned lions that never really seemed to look like the animals they were meant to be.  It’s hard of another reason though, too. When I was little, in the windy, not-quite-spring month of March, my grandma would find one of her kites in the attic and bring it downstairs for us to have a go with it.  There were only two or three kites—I think—and the ones I remember were all the diamond ones, with the cross of thin bamboo or balsam wood stretching out the...

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“Spring Rituals: Trout Fever” Written by: LMH

Posted by on Mar 30, 2018 in Rolling The Dice | Comments Off on “Spring Rituals: Trout Fever” Written by: LMH

Spring Rituals: Trout Fever Throughout my childhood and well into my late teens, Spring meant only one thing: Trout Season. Certainly there were other traditions and rituals, like Easter when my parents and I would travel to “Amish country,” as my dad would call it, eat a meal, and see some sights after I’d gone through my basket that morning. It was my mother’s favorite holiday since she didn’t have to cook for anyone, but I never cared much for it. It was always cold; I didn’t like the restaurants my parents would choose; and Easter baskets were over-rated – hyped up like Christmas only to...

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“A Recollection of Springs” Written by: Dan Pape

Posted by on Mar 26, 2018 in Rolling The Dice | Comments Off on “A Recollection of Springs” Written by: Dan Pape

I used to have this vivid blue and black windbreaker. However, it was nowhere near as vivid as an April afternoon sky, twenty plus years ago. I remember being profiled by it, and swallowed within its deep oceanic awe. You know the kind of sky I’m talking about; they absolutely steal the breath away, don’t they? Copyright law prevents me from quoting the actual lyrics but listen to the song “Palo Alto” by Radiohead. You will know the line when you hear it. It always reminds me of that jacket contrasting with the open universe. That these things somehow became inextricably linked in my mind...

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