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The Write Stuff
One of my nieces was once so pleased with herself for learning to write her name that she found a rock that fit nicely into her kindergarten-sized hand and scratched out all five letters. Onto the side of my sister's new van. She even neatly scribbled out one of...
Bridge
Waiting in traffic on drawbridges was a fact of life for me as a kid. Unaware of the adult time pressures of schedules and to-do lists, I'd sit in the back of the car watching the stately sailboats gliding like royalty through the raised roadway that halted our...
Polecat
Occasionally out here in the country, we encounter critters of various kinds: possums, foxes, the rare raccoon, and skunks. A few years ago, my husband and I were awakened by a high-pitched squealing punctuated by a smell so noxious our eyes burned. We (he)...
Student Driver
My husband's grandfather once held a job as an ambulance driver. This was back in the day when the nearest hospital was about an hour away and the town's local ambulance also served as its Hearse, depending on the timing of the situation. Regularly, he would drive...
Spiderweb
Three days in a row, I have skipped out to the barn to feed the chickens and make sure the horse gets his carrot, and there, at the end of the barn, attached to the gate, I have run into a spider web spanning the entire barn aisle. Three days in a row, I have...
Packrat and Purger
I am a stealth purger, forced to live in the shadows. If there were a court of law with juries and judges of packrats, I'd be led before them in shackles, their angry accusing eyes casting withering looks of disdain. The judge, outraged and shocked, wouldn't...