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My Memory Is Me

I’m not what you see at 83. I’m so much more, almost filled to the top– with a little room to grow. The touch of velvet is still alive in me; the fig tree and the good hard red clay. … Continue reading

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My School Odyssey

Not everyone attended eleven schools in twelve years, or attended first grade in a high school, but I  realize  how blessed I am to have  such fond memories of my entire school experiences and teachers.   In North Carolina, I attended … Continue reading

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