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All my life I thought that having deep roots was the best possible thing. I loved being a Native Daughter of the Golden West. But…

I used to wonder what would happen if the connection to the grocery store was broken and my family was forced to survive on its…

I am not normally political, but I am a grandmother. I remember watching “Dr. Zhivago” and seeing him at the end of the movie meeting…

Writing is a calling. Even when words dangle just beyond reach like the old phonetic combinations that hung on wires stretched across the front of…

I recently read a man’s journey of coming home that stirred a need to share my own story. This is a reprint of the article…