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By Don C. Reed The story I am about to tell you is true, subject only to the vagaries of memory… Call him Y. He was a student in my 8th grade English classroom, someone I had known for a long time, because we used to give him rides to various sports practices. He...
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By Don C. Reed Her name was Vanessa; she was six years old, and fighting liver disease. To keep her alive, her family had to monitor every gram of food she ate. She would sometimes be so hungry, after having eaten her tiny meal, that she would ask to just smell...
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By Don C. Reed As a private citizen, I would like to invite President Biden to visit the California Institute for Regenerative Medicine (CIRM), our $8.5 billion stem cell program. Note: CIRM is a state agency, to which I have no official connection. But I have written...
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By Don C. Reed Think of a little plastic dish full of salt water, a Petri dish. And floating in the water are a dozen tiny dots, almost invisible: fertilized human eggs, or blastocysts. According to a recent decision of the Alabama Supreme Court, these...
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By Don C. Reed Wanting to earn money to buy a ring for my high school girlfriend, I got on the truck to the strawberry fields. “Dollar a row,” the foreman said, “Don’t bruise the fruit, or you don’t get paid.” The row before me was just a quarter mile long, but it...
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By Don C. Reed Although raised in a Republican household, I could never vote for Donald Trump. This is for a variety of reasons, but today I want to touch on only one: I consider Trump an habitual liar, who will say whatever suits his needs of the...
