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The Mississippi – Through my eyes
The silty waters of the river rush over jagged rocks and algae covered vegetation. It flows steady until it runs upon a constricted tunnel or shattering waterfall.
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Memories of my grandmother’s house
Sometimes I wish I could rewind time and hear that old wind up clock that sat on my grandmother’s mantel chime just one more time.
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White shadow
It was a segment on ESPN’s “Outside the Lines” that grabbed my attention a few weeks ago.
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Visit to grandparents leaves many memories
I never knew my maternal grandmother. She died before I was born. My dad was 11 years old when he lost her. My “Bigdaddy” was truly a big man.
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Summer memories
Each year when our garden begins to harvest itself, especially our tomato crop, I am reminded of childhood memories of a little girl and an older woman standing before an old black wood stove canning and preserving tomatoes for the winter's reward of a summer's treasure.
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Just the facts and then some . . .
Explanation that is. As of late, I have found myself being bombarded with questions concerning – published facts in the paper and recordings of public meetings.
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A slice of summer time
The ceiling fan circulates the warm air around the kitchen and I’m seated beside my little sister on one side and my grandpa on the other.
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Tribute to Mrs. White
This will be one of those “what goes around come around” stories – but in a good way.
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Does tech hurt our verbal skills?
“Have you talked to your mom today?” I replied, “No but I emailed her on Monday, Facebooked her on Tuesday, texted her on Wednesday. . .”
- Jack Orem Miles
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