by Neil Sampson To some, this is going to come across as sour grapes. Guess you’re free to think what you want, but I’ll tell you right now – it ain’t so. I’ve eaten no fruit from that creeping, sordid vine, though I will admit to sensing a slight aftertaste, the origin of which presently… Continue Reading
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Tea with Mrs. Park
by Rhonda Herrington Bulmer We had been visiting there for a couple of hours, Mom, my sister, my brother and I. Mom had brought us next door to chat with Mrs. Park. I stared out her picture window in the front room and saw that it was sunny and warm and there wasn’t much wind—an… Continue Reading
