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December 25, 2017

Jessica, my mail carrier, beat me to the mailbox yesterday, so I’m taking Christmas cards into downtown Norfork, population 511.

My delight to drive three miles on a curvy motorcycle road, to take in the view at the Matney Knob overlook, to admire the green pines.

I am g...

December 18, 2017

I look at the shadows growing long in the yard. They come from a tall maple and our old ribbed house. There they lie on a hard yard like sleeping giants. It happens every December as we near the shortest day of the year.

The days darken. I hear the train across the rive...

December 11, 2017

My mother left when I was 14. Daddy sat on the floor in a corner. He drank too much. But I had my six brothers and my five sisters.

As the oldest girl, my job was clear: take care of the younger ones. It never occurred to me that I might need someone to take care of me.

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December 4, 2017

The tail end of fall is falling outside. Leaves pile up.

A holy thing.

My husband is disturbed by the leaves and wants time to mow them. Childhood comes to my mind every time I kick leaves. How I loved falling headlong into a pile. I say, “No hurry on that. I’m loving th...

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