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February 24, 2020

At the library in town. My computer is suddenly jazzy. Weaves in and out of google, email, photos, Facebook, and websites with ease, gliding like it’s in a long, flowing dress.

Everything in the high-tech world sways like couples of the Big Band Era. I want to applaud i...

February 17, 2020

If I believe in behaviors, which I surely do, I have a big case of this mama-thing. Even with people who are not related to me! Surely I’m not the only one who does these things.

Just take yesterday, for example.

My niece, who had a little stress in a new job, came to th...

February 10, 2020

In 1958, I was a fourteen-year-old girl in North Little Rock.

As I think about that city, it seems like every day was hot. I know that can’t be true. I recall the downtown traffic, one car always smashed up against another. (I had no idea at the time that I had a depth...

February 3, 2020

My eyes. They hurt. They need rest from reading and writing. I’ve been trying to meet deadlines. Self-imposed, of course!

Two days ago, my hairdresser told me about a new recipe she’d found on Pinterest. She raved about it, so I wrote the ingredients down while I was in...

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