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I sang in the choir, directed by Mrs. Luella Parsons. Mrs. Parsons had bluish grey hair that she sprayed into a helmet on her head. Her...

A special kind of foolishness has compelled me in the past to make the drive to my favorite trail when the roads are slick from a...

My prose teacher at college lived an artist’s life. I am not going to name her or my college, because I adored her. But…she was part of...