I love corn! My earliest memory of corn is vivid and indelibly imprinted on my brain. I was four years old and living in Kansas City, Missouri. My brother, Robert, and I were just two little kids sitting in the back of some old grey car. I don’t know the make of the vehicle, but … Continue reading
I was a little girl living in the projects in Brooklyn, New York. Mom worked two jobs, and I was the oldest of three. I still hear Mom’s voice in my head, “Carole Jean, you’re the oldest, so you’re in charge!” What that really meant was I had to wear the house key on a … Continue reading
I took Extra-Large Toby for a walk in the woods. It’s more than just the woods – it’s the wilderness. As we passed the sign announcing we were entering the National Forest System, I was enveloped by a feeling of peace. The tall pine trees and enormous boulders are spectacular! Some sections remind me of the baths … Continue reading
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