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I was hyper-active long before The Roadrunner caught his first glimpse of Wylie Coyote. Stir in a good dose of attention deficit and you have the essential elements of my childhood. Although age has mercifully slowed my metabolism, allowing me to corral my focus long...

Gravel sprayed in all directions as I slid into the barn lot and jumped out of my little red convertible. I was pumped! This was my first day as a farmhand. Wayne ambled from the farm house, working a toothpick like a crowbar, his focused gaze and determined steps...

“So I played the heart on the nine and Gladys, totally disgusted, dropped her hand on the table so firmly it nearly caused my Chamomile tea to splash over onto my mother’s embroidered table cloth,” Millie Garrett chuckled and continued in her charming southern drawl,...