The lessons of loss

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Sept. 5 was a day I hoped would never come. That Thursday, my husband Tym died.    Over the course of a year, he had experienced a progressive weakness and shortness of breath. He lost a lot of weight. There was no diagnosis until Aug. 28, when we learned that he had ALS, Lou Gehrig’s disease. Since there’s no cure, …

My 3 degrees of separation from the orphan train

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Yes, it’s true. My great-grandmother Sarah McGuirk was an orphan sent by rail from New York City to live with a farm family in Piatt County, IL in 1860. I’ll be talking about her Wednesday, Aug. 14 at the Museum of History in downtown Newton. The Newcomers of Catawba County have invited me to present my talk as a Road …

Media, AC, bullies factor into long division

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If there’s one thing writers like to do, it’s talk. All those hours of solitude leave us hungry for live dialog. That was evident at a recent writers’ conference in Virginia. I had breakfast with two strangers—a man from Philadelphia and a woman from Roanoke, VA. Of course the topic came around to—what else—politics. I expressed was how unpleasant—maybe dangerous—it …

Summertime is . . .

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Ah summer! There’s something about this overheated time of year that makes us shift gears and relish the season and remember good stuff when we were kids. I’m no exception. For me, summer is: 1.  Fresh-squeezed lemonade. 2.  Snacks in a picnic cooler. 3.  Reading a paperback novel under a beach umbrella. 4.  The aroma of coconut oil. 5.   Carnival …

War casualties represent more than numbers

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On May 26, I joined a small crowd at the Memorial Day ceremony in Eastview Cemetery in Newton, NC. I hadn’t been to such a ceremony in several years, and for me, it was a solid reminder of the phrase “freedom isn’t free.” We honored American service men and women for their sacrifice in the line of duty. There was …

Laurel and Hardy moments live on with each telling

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There’s often something funny about the unexpected. One morning, I opened the refrigerator, as usual. Suddenly the entire door came off its hinges. Bottles of jam, salad dressings, drinks and condiments came crashing to the floor. My bare foot was in inches of being crushed. Luckily, none of the glass broke and my husband was home to help lift the …