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March 3, 2015 |
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Rarely have I had the chance to make good an absolute blasphemous mistake. You know the stupid kind that when you try to explain to the injured parties, words fail you? Nothing
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February 28, 2015 |
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My author’s heart loves to share the beauty of insight gleaned along this bumpy drama of life. In doing so, I attempt to keep it light and upbeat and not be preachy. However,
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February 25, 2015 |
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One of my favorite writers and friend, #1 best-selling author Iris Johansen, once said that she got up at four a.m. to write. At eight, she went to work her day job at the
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February 18, 2015 |
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I do hate to see election time come. You see, I wasn’t a product of the good ol’ American partisan mold. Nope, I guess you could call my poor ancestors nonpartisan. Heck,
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February 9, 2015 |
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During my early teens, my dad worked the second shift at the Startex Cotton Mill, which ran from 3:30 p.m. until 11:30. He got home about midnight. Dad was an amiable William
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January 22, 2015 |
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“It only takes a spark to get a fire going….” Kurt Kaiser song, “Pass It On” “I just can’t do it,” I insisted, convinced of my ineptness. In only two weeks, my
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April 23, 2014 |
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I don’t remember a time when words failed to fascinate me. My preoccupation with them ripened until, by my sixth year, when I saw a huge movie billboard sign which read
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December 25, 2013 |
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Christmas was always my favorite time of year and the memories bubbling up seem infinite. But looking back over a half century later, one recollection in particular corks to the
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November 27, 2013 |
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Thanksgiving Day loomed ominously close. Ominously because the clock kept ticking and the hacking, debilitating cough I’d had for five weeks refused to turn loose. Late
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October 17, 2013 |
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Writing is my life. After my eleven-year-old daughter died, I began keeping a daily journal. It was therapy. It gave me a reason to get up each day. It kept me putting one foot in
