The Batmobile by Katherine Billings Palmer I was a nervous child of a nervous mother, not a good combination. From my earliest memory, I worried, and there was so much fodder for my angst. What if my dog ran away? What if the teacher called on me in school? What if my uncle got so drunk Read More →

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I was culling through old essays and found one I started but never finished about a friend’s mother who had inspired me as a young girl. A few months ago, when I had my hours slashed at work, it gave me more time to think about writing and more time to mull over things I wanted to say. Read More →

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