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Dear Tom, I told Ben and Allie, two of my grandchildren, about the issue with your head. “I’m sorry his head hurts. Tell him to take a Tylenol,” Allie suggested carrying on a conversation with ...

“Are you boys interested in flying up to Iuka Falls?” I asked my twelve-year-old twin sons. “I know a place we can do some hunting, fishing and maybe even spot some wildlife.” It was July, and time ...

I turned twelve in the summer of 1958, and was finally considered mature enough by my mother to accompany my father, Daniel, and my uncle Ezra on their annual trip into the Yukon Territory. My ...

I seldom use my blogs to rant about politics, the weather, the constant threat from creeping Charlie to suburban lawns, the lack of professionalism in reality shows or the current world economic ...

“I was ten. I honestly never realized they were so bad,” Gert Slama replied when asked why she had spent a lifetime of devotion as a fan of arguably the worst baseball team in history. No! This ...