Hollyhock Ladies by Bernie Brown
Grannie had a quick, sure step—-tap, tap, tap— in her practical brogues, the kind of shoes...
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Grannie had a quick, sure step—-tap, tap, tap— in her practical brogues, the kind of shoes...
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How the American palate has changed in my lifetime! To assuage the anxiety brought on by today’s...
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My three year old grand-boy, moody from his nap, drags his blanket to the patio, sits down to wake...
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Those cows are outstanding in their field. The pun always tickles my big sister, Ella. She grins...
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I begin chopping carrots, parsnips, and potatoes. Keep pace with the action on the classic western...
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My brilliant and balding father had interests tending to the cerebral but in those years when my...
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his only daughter was his son when she was his little girl she knew baseball football basketball...
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They were the Ladies of the Lake, Annette, Fran and Eulah. Their collective history at Otsego Lake...
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In the grassy lot, July sun pours golden heat over a gazillion rambunctious kids dressed in...
Read Moreby Contributor | Aug 6, 2020 | Poetry | 0
The little girl in a red shirt led me straight to her Thicket, stood outside its shrouded door,...
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the seedless dandelion tuft arrives on nonexistent breeze settling softly upon fluffy feline tail...
Read Moreby Contributor | Jul 27, 2020 | Fiction | 0
It’s cheap, but well worth the price. You must be careful what you say when you make love to a...
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