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photo by MOV of Short's art “Mommy,” he said, “I made this for you.”   He gave me a black paper tube, something precious confined i...

I am not fun to go to the movies with.   It’s not that I am the type of person who spoils the ending, laughs too loud, or talks to the scree...

“Get yourself out of the corner!”   I hear the head coach shout to my son.   Moments later, “Take the shot, Tall, you can do it!”   Next is ...

I have been accused of writing the same material over and over. I actually received a nasty comment from some cyber-bully, and she said, ...

Last year, we went to our local school’s annual basketball fundraiser.   The novelty was that the faculty, not the students, played basketba...

I was born blogging.   Okay, that’s not true.   It’s not like the first words out of my mouth upon greeting the doc before he even had a cha...

I walked into the kitchen at 4:30 this morning, searching for Girl Scout cookies.   I opened the refrigerator and gasped:  there was a gallo...