ECHOES … Of Love, Loss and Belly Rubs
This is a tribute to the very first pet I ever had — a black and brown dachshund named Gretel.
If you are a cat lover, you may leave now.
I have never had one, and it’s not that I don’t like them, I simpl...
Echoes … Of Life on Top of Violet Hill
Editor's note: Last week, Anne Hazlett Foreman shared Echoes ... Of Life Below Violet Hill. Today, we read about life on top of Violet Hill.
We moved to the big brown stucco house on top of Violet Hill whe...
ECHOES … Of Life Below Violet Hill
Long before my family moved to the brown stucco house at the top of Chicken Neck Hill overlooking Elm Run, I was a resident of Birch Lynn and spent most of the summers on the gently sloping hillside below it.
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ECHOES … Of That First Day at the Mount — and Beyond
It is said that moments of trauma or great joy are etched in our minds forever and, like Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome (PTSD), can come back as vivid memories unexpected and unwelcome in their timing and inten...
ECHOES … Of Guns and Rose — Tales of Summer Vacations Long Ago
There is no place hotter in August than Vicksburg, Mississippi. It was just one of many of our destinations during most summers when I was young. My father ’s spin on summer fun was narrow and pointed. Pointed ...