When I was in graduate school, I had a friend named Stacey. She’d come to the Midwest from Houston, so she had a southern accent that I found totally charming. Stacey was less than…
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Where did this summer go? One minute we’re in Antigua, the next we’re revising syllabi and preparing for another school year. My mom used to tell me that time went faster as we grow…
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Our neighbor died yesterday. Sam and his wife, Mabel, have lived next door to us for the entire 15 years we’ve owned our house. They invited the four of us over for dinner the…
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We’re just barely into August this week, right? We’re not even through the first full week. But I’ll give you three guesses as to what I saw at World Market yesterday. You don’t even…
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It’s probably no surprise to anyone that I love to read–no one becomes an English professor unless that’s true. Books were my first love. When I was in grade school, the Scholastic Book Fair…
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Earlier this week, a friend shared an article that made me think about all the ways in which women fail to support each other. I’m as guilty of this as the next person. I’ve…
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I’m going to start with a confession: I’m not a huge fan of the 4th of July. I grew up in a military family. My father served in the Army for more than 20…