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Rediscovering the Library

I’ve always loved going to the library. As a kid, Mom would take us to the Upshur County Library that Dad helped make possible as a county commissioner. We’d go in the children’s section and could choose any books we wanted. It was heaven. Except for...

Remember Playing Dress Up?

When I was a kid, I had a collection of dress up clothes. I particularly remember a brown and white striped jacket and skirt ensemble that must have been one of Mom’s castoffs. I had some of Grandma’s old slips. Scarves. Costume jewelry. Old Halloween...

Missing My Dad on Father’s Day

It’s been more than two years now and I still have moments when I reach for the phone thinking, I need to call Dad.  I know he’s not missing me. He’s not waiting for me. But when we see each other again . . . well. It’s going to be GOOD. Until...

Summer by the Yard

A new deck is going up on our house as I write this. And I can hardly wait to sit out there in the cool of the evening. At our last house, my husband and I would often sit on the front porch steps, chatting lazily, watching Thistle poke around, and waving at passing...

A Story for Memorial Day

Today is for remembering our veterans. I doubt there’s anyone who doesn’t know at least one veteran. Most of my family members who served died before I came along, but back in Asheville we were blessed to live down the street from a WWII veteran. Bill served proudly...

Reminiscing with my shoes off

I’m going barefoot more often these days. One of the reasons I really like our new house is that it reminds me of the house I grew up in. Not as it is now, with new windows, new floors, a fabulous deck, and not one stick of furniture from my childhood–but...