County Dance Recollection The time was the early Fifties. Rural electricity had just been introduced to the Montana prairies, so vestiges of life before REA were still evident in the scattered ranch houses. Oil lamps supplemented sparse electric bulbs. And food was chilled in iceboxes and cooked over iron stoves, requiring c...
The Heroes Who Protect Our Votes Right about now, we're all bone-weary of the most protracted presidential campaign in U.S. history. We're tired of the pundits. We're tired of the polls. And we're especially tired of the insipidly smarmy TV ads. But it's important that we persevere right up to the lever-pulling conclusion on...
Home Alone (Arf Arf) My name is Angel Girl and I'm eight years old. My ethnicity is a combination of out-of-control terrier and everybody-loves-me poodle. I adopted my humans when I was five weeks old, before the ASPCA standards were as high as they currently are. That explains why these unimaginative, boring suburbanites sl...
At What Age Should a Boomer Drop the "Baby"? While everyone was decking the halls and heralding the holidays, I was holding a private requiem for the demise of my middle years. Yes, another Baby Boomer has arrived at the threshold of that notorious age that starts with a 6 and ends in the pits. As a mature adult I understand...
Sex and the Eight-Year-Olds Shortly after his eighth birthday, my third son, Chris, casually asked, "Mom, have you and Dad ever had sex?" I wasn't prepared for that one, but managed to recover the bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough before it hit the kitchen floor. Searching my memory, I recalled the standard professional ad...
Carla Wickline-Shorts
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