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Eboni Nash

Eboni Nash

I'm just a small town girl working to change the world, one article at a time...

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Judy Bean

Judy Bean

I'm a former secondary English teacher who loves the written word. My bookshelf represents...

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Accidental Country Girls

Accidental Country Girls

"We aren't just best friends, we're soul sisters." Whitney Barnett & Chelsea Davis have been...

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Spirit Collective

Spirit Collective

"Spirit Collective is the ultimate online lifestyle blog introducing the Indy Community to...

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Travel Well

Travel Well

"Campbell, a veteran police officer / investigator, published author of articles, books, and...

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#Happy2020

Eboni Nash - Kiowa County Independent

For those of us who have not acknowledged the date for the past couple weeks, it is time we look alive. Classes may be done, deadlines over, but New Year’s is fast approaching. For some, 2019 has been a whirlwind of ups and downs. There were moments where we never thought we would make it to see 2020. There are also moments where we wish the year would never end. A few of us are leaving some extremely important people behind in 2019, and some of us are looking forward to welcoming new blessings in 2020. Whether we think the year was a bust or not, one thing is for certain, 2020 is just days away. With a new year, comes new goals and commitments. Last year, I made a promise to myself to make it a “selfish” 2019. I can proudly say I did just that. 

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Overwhelming & Uncontested: Impeachment - The Last Resort.

Jeff C. Campbell

One of the best lines on the “impeachment inquiry” this writer heard, was played on C-SPAN’s Washington Journal program. The caller said, in effect, if this was the best the Democrats had to offer, he would not go fishing with them because they didn’t know how to catch fish.

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Mrs. Bean's Bookshelf: Furious Hours

Furious Hours

Furious Hours by Casey Cep

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#Election Day

Eboni Nash

#ElectionDay

It is seven o’clock in the morning. The wind is chilled against my cheeks and the draft is finding its way nicely up my winter coat. I am standing outside a polling location with five of my friends, with a clipboard of ballots in hand, looking to make a difference. 

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