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I spent many, many childhood nights, sleeping in my grandparents' home. Memory is a mythmaker, and for the longest time, I remembered my grandparents' home as being a grand brick house with a white wooden porch along the back. Calico Cotton by Jacki Kellum I’ve reached the shore...

My Grandmother and Grandfather Irene and Mart Baker, Soon After They Married - in the Early 1900s On Mother's Day last year, I received a packet from my mother. Now, that’s a switch–the daughter received something from her mother on Mother’s Day. She had emailed me...

I don't remember many of my dreams. In fact, years have passed when I could swear that I had not dreamed at all. But several times in my life, I have found myself locked into a pattern of dreaming the same thing over & over &...