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When you live in the country not all your mail is in the mailbox. Laying flung into the tall grass was a book I had ordered just a few days ago. The timing couldn’t have been better. I was experiencing a great deal of shoulder pain and the PA instructed me to rest to not further complicate the injury. So, with those instructions, I dove into Murderland: Crime and Bloodlust in the Time of Serial Killers by Caroline Fraser. It’s been a long time since I picked up a book and too

Just down past the Rock Pond, and across the field, the lake appears to the south. It had been a lake once before.  My dad inherited the land where I live when his father died in 1929. He was just eighteen years old. His older brother received the land across the fence, but chose to sell it to go into business. But my dad held on to his, paid the taxes for decades before he returned to the land to retire. When he and my mother arrived for keeps, the first thing he told her

Meredith Garvin called me and I missed talking to her. I had tried calling her number for the last year and leaving messages, and she had called the office and I had not been there to take the call. I was left remembering the last time she came to our office. Don, her husband was with her in the car. I missed saying thank you to her for all the kindness and good work she had done and letting Don know that working with him at Will Rogers was a highlight in my school career. B