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I was leafing through the book and came across this one: “When I smell Pine Sol I think of . . . “ That brought back quite a memory.

Okay, so we didn’t exactly have HALLS to deck, but we took our decorating seriously back in the Middle America of the ‘50’s.

Last year at this time, my husband and I were busy planning our Thanksgiving feast with watering mouths and rumbling stomachs.

I noticed an interesting quirk from the past.  All the women were identified by their HUSBAND’s names.

At a recent dinner with other women my age, we hit on a hilarious topic:  our childhood aspirations.

This one’s about that stuff we learned in high school—in Typing Class

Recently I visited a place that honors veterans every day,