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The gift from a writer

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You cannot be a writer without being a reader. It’s a simple observation but no wiser words have ever seen ink on paper. For writers are always drawn to and mesmerized by words. We drink up pretty syllables like drunks depend on cheap wine.

Reading the obits

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Oh, the ironies of life.

My godmother and I were going somewhere one day when she said, “Did you read the obituaries this morning?”

“Yes, I did.” I read two newspapers every morning and check the obituaries for national and local deaths.

When love goes bad

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There wasn’t very much of me back then. I was a tiny girl, just big enough to reach up and grab hold of the wooden counter top in that old country store and lift my chin enough to allow my eyes to peer up in quiet fascination at the man who rang up the items that Mama had laid down.

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Opinion

Men are simple. They are not all that complex. Some time ago, a lady came to me to rant about her husband. “My husband never helps me with things that need to be done around the house!