The curse of the crooked rocks isn’t a Nancy Drew book. These are sad but true tales from my childhood….
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childhood memories
My First-Grade St. Patrick’s Day Pinch
A pinch for not wearing green is a much-celebrated part of St. Patrick’s Day. Time hasn’t dimmed the memory of my first grade teacher’s chubby…
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The Boy Who Walked With Me
Childhood fades into staccato memories tinged with joy or sorrow. Like fence posts, they stand tall in the field of our mind, strung…
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I Remember Susie Jaeger
My childhood was magical until I experienced the kidnapping of Susie Jaeger. I never had the privilege of meeting her,…
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How Two Llamas Jumpstarted my Writing Career
In 1981, big things were happening in the world. Ronald Reagan was inaugurated as president, the Iranian hostages…
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I Should Have Passed a Note
Writers see a blank piece of paper or computer screen as an emptiness waiting to be filled. It’s not alive…
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