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I’m still not accustomed to late afternoon feeling like night. With the darkness come thoughts of sleep but then I realize it’s only...

I still send handwritten thank you letters and cards. Why write letters by hand? Texting and emailing just don’t cut it; too impersonal,...

This is another “would that were true”. And boy, do I wish it were true! There’s editing and rewriting and more rewriting. For a...

Good Night, Moon by Margaret Wise Brown Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak The Lorax by Dr. Seuss...

Would that this were so. How did I spend several hours of my afternoon today? I needed to find the answer to how to transfer images from...