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It was many years ago that I stopped by the post office to gather mail. Among the bills was a small ivory envelope. My name, though misspelled, was presented in

The other evening, I was watching the Stanley Cup Playoffs and was preparing for a good hockey game. Prior to the game, a World War II soldier who had been

It was impossible, yet still it happened. I was locked out, possibly forever. By the end of the day, exhausted and completely demoralized, I was literally begging complete strangers for

QUESTION: I’m a single mother with a 13-year-old son. His father, whom he sees infrequently, has PTSD from battle experiences. My son has anger toward his father, but I can’t

Before I had grown old enough for my lace-trimmed petticoat to be lengthened so as to drop past my underpants with three rows of laces across the back and lace

It only took a few moments for the finger-pointing to begin. In the immediate aftermath of the elementary school murders in Uvalde, Texas, both the political Right and the political

Some would have called the relationship a business one. Others might see it as simply give and take. Nevertheless, the relationship has been a pleasurable one from the very start

Over the past few months, you’ve heard me sing the praises of the assistant district attorneys, victim advocates, investigators, and law enforcement officers who have successfully tried cases across the

QUESTION: In certain of your books as well as your newspaper column, you have written that children as young as three should be doing daily chores around the home. Exactly

Sometimes in the twilight of a fading day, I sit for a spell on the back porch. Occasionally, I read but often times I just watch and listen. I am

A week from today I will go under the knife again. Having had my left knee replaced about six years ago, the time has arrived to replace the right knee

During those seven magical years my three brothers, The Sister, and I spent growing up on Flamingo, there isn’t much we didn’t do. At least that’s what I thought until

I grew up in the “You’re Making a Mountain of a Molehill” Era, also known as the Age of “Children Are Starving in (fill in the blank with some remote

My husband and I are both storytellers. This is how we make a living and we consider ourselves blessed that people buy our words. There are differences between us, though.