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Being a writer is sometimes a solitary profession (if you don’t count a large yellow dog or a husband wandering into my office periodically during

Being a writer is sometimes a solitary profession (if you don’t count a large yellow dog or a husband wandering into my office periodically during

Sunset … for me that conjures up visions of sitting on a beach with my sweet husband, adult beverage in my hand, complete with little

It might have come from a 1950 Washington Post article. Or from an incident that happened during the battle at the Alamo. Or from a

Christmas! The day that causes children’s eyes to glow with excitement and makes adults’ hearts swell. The day we took weeks to prepare for. And

It was the battle cry of a generation: “Peace!” The war protestors of the 60s and 70s marched, chanting that word in the hopes of

I hope I get a bicycle for Christmas. I hope I score big in the lottery. I hope my team wins the national championship. Our

I’ve often joked that my family could hold a reunion in a Volkswagen bug. My husband’s family aside, my close blood relatives include my brother,

Do you remember the first time you said “I love you” to a human being who wasn’t a family member? Even more importantly, do you

“It’s more blessed to give than to receive.” Decades ago, when my grandmother uttered those words, I was convinced she was old. And uncool. And

This is the day. The day you’re told only packages shipped priority will make it in time for Christmas morning. The day you wonder if
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