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Gretchen Staebler
I am a Pacific Northwest native transplanted to the southeast for 36 years. In 2012, I returned to my childhood home and fell in love with this corner of the country again. I am a grandmother, a storywriter, a teacher, an attention payer, a hiker, and a back roads wanderer. Check out my website (and my memoir) at www.gretchenstaebler.com.
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Writing Down the Story 
Native Americans see these as a sign of change. Whirling rainbows. Very interesting!
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I did not know that. Cool.
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On the morning that Daddy died, I saw two of these clouds racing alongside each other in the very blue sky. I like to think that it was Mama racing to welcome Daddy home
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That’s lovely, Jo.
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