Of all the Facebook posts since the murder of George Floyd, two resonate deep within…
Edmund thought I was losing it when he overheard me talking to the brown anole…
I have been fortunate to enjoy frequent visits with my grandchildren since they were born.…
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The solid “thwack” of the wet pillowcase brought me back more than six decades. To…
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It’s summer. The kids are out of school, spending way too much time in front…
“Do you hear that?” my husband asked early this morning. “The sound of silence.” Our…
