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I couldn’t play organized sports until the seventh grade. Seventh grade was middle school in the ’90s. Apparently, the world has now deemed sixth…

Every day rain or shine, sleet or wind, snow or sun – she’s there. She’s always there. If you drive by anytime during the 8 am…

My youngest, Gracie is a little shy. Unlike her big sister, Ella who will talk to any stranger who sends a smile her way (a good but worrisome…

I hit a trash can this week. Actually, the dang thing hit me. It did. It just jumped right out and smacked the side of my…

Written By: Leslie Means By the time I finally opened the e-mail, four or five sets of eyes had already read its content. As I breezed over the…

The first camera I ever owned was a purple rectangle with a seriously cool flash button. It had a spot for film – the kind that would be…

The tooth fairy had a tendency to leave money for me in a glass of water – on the kitchen sink. He or She – (do we really know the gender?)…

I was the kid in grade school that wore homemade outfits. You might know the ones? Each thread was sewn together by my mother’s two…

I woke up early once during my grade school years to find my mother, standing at our bathroom sink prepping herself for the day. It must have…

When we were little, the Christmas tree didn’t get picked until the middle of December. There wasn’t an urgency to decorate like that of…