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It’s been a year now since we allowed the politicians to take us hostage with a virus. Don’t get me wrong – I do not doubt that COVID-19 is dangerous, even deadly for some folks. [Read More]
By Katie Compton Boyd His math grades aren’t perfect. His handwriting can be sloppy and rushed at best. He’s outgrowing pants and shoes in record time. I have to remind him to brush his teeth [Read More]
I finally caught Hope on a day when the thermometer in the truck read 105. She was mangy, covered in ticks, scratched up and infected. She was too hot, tired and weak to struggle when [Read More]
For nearly a year, it lay waiting. Half-covered by rank grass, half-shaded by the scrub oaks and desperate pines, shielded from traffic by little more than a half-hearted blackberry bramble and a ditch, the jonquil [Read More]
It surprises, even shocks, some people when they realize the woman in the black and white swimsuit pictures is my mother. Neither photo is objectionable, especially not by modern standards. In one, Miss Lois is [Read More]
As I write these words, my ditches are overflowing, my animals are fractious, my pants are wet from the waist down and the ankles up, my shoulder hurts, I’m not sure how to pay the [Read More]
Gentlemen, fix your sons. The other night, I had stopped at a gas station to feed my ancient Tahoe, Valkyria. One pump down was one of those ridiculous, repulsive squatted trucks. It was only impressive [Read More]
I‘ve driven past it dozens if not hundreds of times through the years. The post is made from wood of a kind we don’t see anymore, cured heart longleaf pine, ten inches or so across [Read More]
We call it the Blue Room, simply because that’s the color of the walls. The modern term is “man cave,” which I despise almost as much as the phrase “she shed.” My blue room is [Read More]
Every time we turn around lately, somebody is angry or offended or something. Indeed, it almost seems to be worse as we’ve moved closer to Christmas. That bothers me. We really aren’t the first to [Read More]
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Note—thank you to everyone who asked if there would be a Paula story this year. You can find previous Paula stories on my Facebook page. Merry Christmas! Once upon a time, there was a possum [Read More]
More than a century ago, maybe even on a Christmas morning, the doll was unwrapped to squeals of joy. Her body was simple and straight forward – basically just cotton bags, stuffed with more cotton. [Read More]
By Katie Compton Boyd No doubt about it, my gramps loved Christmas. He loved everything about it, the meaning, the reason, the joy dancing across children’s faces. Each Christmas he assembled scores of his adult [Read More]
In many ways, I was always a pestilential child, at least when it came to my siblings. At Christmas, I was even worse. That particular year, I had become markedly skeptical about Santa Claus. The [Read More]
Good William IX doesn’t have to hunt for a living any more, but the instinct is still there. I brought the redbone home on my birthday a few years back, hungry, tick-infested and cast away [Read More]
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