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Every month is declared national something or other, and if you’re scratching your head about what September celebrated, let me tell you: It’s National Lice Prevention Month.
My obsessive need for routine is no more evident than when I’m eating out in a restaurant.
I know this column is running after our observances and outpouring of emotion for 9/11.
I don’t believe in coincidences.
I am almost set to leave the country.
My baby grew up and moved to Spain.
We didn’t see any meteors, but it was still pretty magical.
Kennedy, my 2-year-old granddaughter, aka the love of my life, started to preschool this summer.
I forget that I had cancer.
It was a treasure buried in the books I inherited from my friend.
In case you haven’t noticed, summer has arrived.
July is a special month for my family — our younger son, Scott, was born on July 4, and we found our favorite cat in July.
Summer in the South is about being outside and battling mosquitoes in my part of Arkansas.
At this moment, the only sounds in the office are the ticking of the clock on the wall and my gum-smacking.