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Monday, May 10, 2021

I become invisible

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer I attend the closing on the sale of my mother’s house as executor of her estate. I sit on one...
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The Grammy and Granddaughter Book Club

By Janice Lindsay Was it legal for a grown-up to have this much fun in a bookstore? To smile and even chuckle as she turned...

Things to be suspicious of

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer While contemplating the arrival of the new year, I came upon a few cautionary notes I had written to myself,...

Christmas trees, real and not

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer Every Christmas, I say, “Maybe this year, I should have a real tree instead of the artificial one.” Every year,...
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Eighty five years of too many books

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer This year marks the 85th anniversary of the start of what is sometimes called “the modern paperback revolution,” which made...

Mattie is with me when I vote

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer When my mother was born, there was no guarantee that this baby girl would have the right to vote for...

Slump, buckle, and grunt

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer August is the season for slump, buckle, and grunt. And for crumble, roly poly, flummery, fool, duff, puff, fluff, strum,...
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Hearing the music

By Janice Lindsay  One summer night when I was around 10, I lay alone on the grass near my grandmother’s secluded house, gazing at the...

Six Seasons of the Year

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer As you read this, summer might be here or almost, but my summer began on Tuesday afternoon, May 5, around...

Our Secret Mom-Poetry Project

By Janice Lindsay, Contributing Writer Throughout the secret project, the children impressed me the most. They all knew the secret, they all helped, and they...