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nancybrady's picture
Dec.19.2013
In my head, I can still hear Mom’s voice. “Oh Nancy, if your head weren’t attached, you’d probably lose it, too.” It was sometimes said with a sigh, often in exasperation, and sometimes with a sad shake of her head.  She was right.  At times, I was careless with my possessions, and I did...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Dec.30.2012
The fire was proving difficult to catch. No matter what I tried nothing worked. It had started out well enough, a good blaze ensued from the dry kindling and I kneeled in front of the little stove and took heart from the light it threw about the room. The day was horrendous. Winds whistled around...