There was a possum in our house. No, not under the house – in the crawlspace darkness or above the house in the box-filled…
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Dear Nashville
Dear Nashville, I don’t know if you remember me. I’m a huge fan and love to listen to you…
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Immortal Me
I started posing for the camera early in life. Look for evidence in any family scrapbook – whenever there was…
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granny pink
I tend to be hard on my hands, so Mama gave me a pair of gardening gloves. And although I…
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THE SMOKING EL CAMINO
Urban Myths. I’ve always been fascinated by them. You know the ones- the ghostly hitchhikers, the Doberman/finger story. Where do…
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