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The Kingston Springs Gazette is here to spotlight the stories that matter most to our community. Our new column, Word on the Street, features updates about our neighbors, local businesses and important events. Check out the Word on the Street for April 5 below. Do you have a bite-size piece
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The concept of the “butterfly effect” is that a small stimulus — say the flapping of a butterfly's wings — can with time, distance and accretion result in a large consequence — say a tornado. Ray Brack was our family's butterfly. Between 1960 and 1970, I had taught writing,
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The ARK Community and Resource Center is building a community garden in the green space behind SKYKING Pizza on Main Street. ARK director, Mike Turpin, is partnering with local Whitney Gorbett, the founder of Woven Philanthropy, to connect the community to the project. The duo has also built out two
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I don't know how I came to love words more than material objects. But that's how the cards fell. To me, words were palpable. I could pick them up, hold them to my ear, twist and turn them this way and that until I got just
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Whenever some guy boasts that he's “gone outside” his “comfort zone” to deliberately risk life and limb, my instinctive response is “Better you than me.” I did not spend years constructing MY comfort zone (which boasts climate control, cushioned furniture and a well-stocked bar) to depart from it
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The Kingston Springs Gazette is here to spotlight the stories that matter most to our community. Our new column, Word on the Street, features updates about our neighbors, local businesses and important events. Check out the Word on the Street for March 8 below. Do you have a bite-size piece
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The Kingston Springs Gazette is here to spotlight the stories that matter most to our community. Our new column, Word on the Street, features updates about our neighbors, local businesses and important events. Check out the Word on the Street for Feb. 22 below. The local collective on Main Street
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On this bleak arctic evening as the wind rattles my door like a debt collector on commission, I collapse into an easy chair, a flagon of medicinal brandy at my elbow, and commence leafing through a volume of the greatest stories ever told. I refer, of course, to my checkbook.
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Although Cupid and I have occasionally crossed paths on Spring Break (and once or twice at Winter Solstice), I am but an avid amateur in the amorous arts. The anatomizing of love — the delicate prodding and prying into that gossamer snowflake — is a task I leave to experts, by which
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