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Re: Tired

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It has taken me more than a year to publicly write these words, and it’s still not easy. But here goes, at last: I lost my job. Thirteen months ago. This was not ideal.

Just a-Swingin’

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There are miserable things about living in the South. I’m not talking about racism and poverty, which are everywhere. (I’ve got a couple of…

Pea Shell, My Belle

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I’ve repaired Adirondack chairs that were rotting and turned shipping pallets into adorable porch swings. But for my money (or lack thereof), peapod wine…

Recharged

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It’s just supposed to be a quick trip. Three hours tops. Instead, it turns into an all-day adventure — bookended by hefty doses of…

Lucky Strike

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I don’t take much to jewelry, personally. In high school, I convinced my mom and dad that I had to have a class ring…

Comfort and Joy

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The winter of 2015, Alzheimer’s took away my Mom’s ability to speak. That same week, a pair of cardinals, her favorite bird, built a…