A Kentuckian in Paris
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Debbie Horne sat in the rocking chair, a book in her hand. “Today, boys and girls, we’re going to read a story about fish!” Tiny tots squiggled on their rectangular carpet mats. Read more
Going North – A Creative Memory Because October Seems to Do That
My family sometimes calls him The Colonel, partly because of the Army, and partly because, back then, men were harder on their boys. With five to raise, I imagine orderliness was paramount. But he isn’t hard on me — the first granddaughter. Read more
Just Keep Swinging
Life — like baseball and calving season — takes time, and there is something to be said about waiting and working and giving. Read more