As I was puttering about my kitchen this morning, a soothing voice on the radio grabbed my attention. I put the teapot down, turned up the volume, and was transported to my college dorm room in Cortland, New York, 1964. 381 more words
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This is an excerpt from my upcoming book by the same title:
The cat’s out of the bag. Let the stories be told!
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! 954 more words