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Navigating the Toggled Term
Navigating the Toggled Term ab 38.95 € als Taschenbuch: A Guide for K-12 Classroom and School Leaders. Aus dem Bereich: Bücher, Taschenbücher, Wirtschaft & Soziales,- Shop: hugendubel
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Navigating the Toggled Term
Navigating the Toggled Term ab 42.99 € als epub eBook: A Guide for K-12 Classroom and School Leaders. Aus dem Bereich: eBooks, Sachthemen & Ratgeber, Erziehung & Bildung,- Shop: hugendubel
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Rider R2k Sandals BLACK,Black
Sandals by Rider R2K sandals are lightweight, built for easy wearing and maximum style. Crafted from a snug textile upper, with a moulded footbed, finished with a rubber outsole. Featuring an altered strap with a toggled cord to support the foot.- Shop: Office London
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Why Did She Jump?: My Daughter's Battle with Bipolar Disorder , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 314min
There is one day in Joan Childs' life that she wishes she could do over: the day her daughter, Pam, a brilliant psychotherapist, plunged from a 15-story building to her death. In this vivid memoir, Childs (herself a psychotherapist) explains how her daughter's life was taken by the most unforgiving of executioners: bipolar disorder. It was the delusions, not her daughter, who made the final decision to end her life. Why Did She Jump? provides an intimate, uncompromising look into one mother's search for peace, understanding, and clarity amid the chaos surrounding her daughter's tragic death, and a masterful recounting of the events leading up to the fateful day, lifting the veil of shame and secrecy to forge a path toward understanding bipolar disorder and other mental illnesses. Ironically, even though Pam and Joan were both noted and skilled psychotherapists, Pam still could not be saved. In heartrending prose, Joan recounts vivid memories of Pam's life - the extreme highs and lows; the many red flags; how her daughter toggled both worlds as a brilliant therapist who healed unreachable patients while at the same time she herself unraveled; and how she fooled everyone into thinking she was stable. With searing honesty and great insight, Childs offers a rallying cry of support for anyone going through a similar struggle. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Mindy Grall. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/051496/bk_acx0_051496_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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In the Season of Killing Bolts (eBook, ePUB)
How did it all begin? That depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather-which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees-it didn't take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn't take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback-which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake-to change the face of the earth. From In the Season of Killing Bolts: "Looks like a mushroom cloud-only, like, horizontal." I confess I jumped, and that my hand dropped to my weapon-had I carried one. "Donovan. Now how many times have I told you not to cut through the cemetery?" "Ah, Chief, but then I've got to go all the way around. And there's a mean dog on Oberlin; you know that. Besides," He stepped up next to me and gazed at the cloud. "You don't really mean to tell me you care about that when there's, well, that. Am I right?" I peered at the cloud: at its curtains of rain and lightning-like the tendrils of a jellyfish-at its billowing cumulonimbus, which flickered and flashed. "What is that?" I mumbled. "Is that, is that lightning up there, or something?" I guess he must have followed my gaze. "Up there? Near the top? No-no, I don't think so. More like-more like balloon beacons, or aircraft. Their wing lights, maybe-glowing in the gloom. Those colors, though. They don't-they don't look right. Almost like-" "That's because you've never seen them," I said, and toggled my radio. "No one has. K-94, this is the Chief. Do you copy?" But there was nothing-only static. Only white noise. I listened for the truck's radio: nothing. Just dead air. Just silence as thunder rumbled and the rain fell and the wind gusted-powerfully. Alarmingly. "K-94, this is the Chief-do you copy?" More static, more noise. I looked at the fast-approaching cloud. "Donovan," I said. "Yeah, Chief?" "Don't cut through the cemetery." And then I hustled for the truck and quickly climbed in-jammed it into gear, activated the light bar. Then I was driving out of the cemetery at a dizzying clip; reaching for my cellphone even as it started ringing and ringing; glancing at the shotgun as it lay-bleakly, funereally, like a coffin-between the seats.- Shop: buecher
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