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Blog On Having the Thing That Killed My Father My sister and I both have... Celeste NoelaniJan 18, 2017 Blog On the Enormous Privilege of Being a “Good” Patient It was hard not to let... Celeste NoelaniJan 13, 2017Jun 2, 20242 Comments on On the Enormous Privilege of Being a “Good” Patient BlogEssays A Measure of Comfort I hear her whispering in the middle... Celeste NoelaniSep 26, 20164 Comments on A Measure of Comfort BlogMemoir Last Words In the last conversation I ever... Celeste NoelaniAug 18, 2016Aug 18, 2016 BlogMemoir Empty Juice Cups and The Fort Ruger Rollercoaster If we’re very lucky, and if... Celeste NoelaniJun 2, 20164 Comments on Empty Juice Cups and The Fort Ruger Rollercoaster BlogMemoir Why Am I So Afraid of the Dark? I wake up in the dark... Celeste NoelaniApr 25, 2016May 12, 2016 BlogEssays Who Cares if They Think ‘Puka’ Means a Shell? On losing and reclaiming my Hawaiian... Celeste NoelaniApr 4, 2016May 12, 20163 Comments on Who Cares if They Think ‘Puka’ Means a Shell?
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BlogMemoir Empty Juice Cups and The Fort Ruger Rollercoaster If we’re very lucky, and if... Celeste NoelaniJun 2, 20164 Comments on Empty Juice Cups and The Fort Ruger Rollercoaster BlogMemoir Why Am I So Afraid of the Dark? I wake up in the dark... Celeste NoelaniApr 25, 2016May 12, 2016 BlogEssays Who Cares if They Think ‘Puka’ Means a Shell? On losing and reclaiming my Hawaiian... Celeste NoelaniApr 4, 2016May 12, 20163 Comments on Who Cares if They Think ‘Puka’ Means a Shell?
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