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I remember Saturdays going to town with him. Town was a six mile trek and riding along with Pawpaw was…

Fences line the country roads of my youth. Keeping the animals from escape. Keeping them safe. How many fences do…

Foothills surround the valleys and farms of my childhood. While farms were a part of my life I was never…

Before beginning Please Stop Laughing at Me by Jodee Blanco I knew it would not be an easy read. Blanco’s…

I'm linking up for the first time at the One Word at a Time blog carnival with Peter Pollock. I'm…