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May 28, 2018

A little headache. I’m wondering if it’s barometric pressure.

A sunny day, then boom! a cloud and sudden splats of rain, then the downpour.

Yesterday I was drenched walking back to the car at Walmart.

Memorial Day weekend. The parking lot, filled to the brim. And what was...

May 21, 2018

Pioneer Days in Norfork, Arkansas, population 511.

The town stretches a mile or so down the main street with post office, grocery store, café, thrift store, and food bank surrounded by mountains in every direction.

Norfork is in the North Central part of the state and is...

May 14, 2018

No one tells you when you get there. No one says: You are now entering the gate of Old Age. I guess we’re just supposed to figure it out for ourselves.

Guess what - it’s sort of a surprise.

Maybe because we didn’t expect to get here.

It takes great courage to face it.

Most...

May 7, 2018

We were living in emotional turmoil. My first husband and I were separated at the time.

I was busy being a mom and teaching sons to sit up straight, not play with their food, write a thank you note, not interrupt when someone was talking, to wait to eat until after the...

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