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I’m Not Going to be a Thanksgiving Grinch
I could be, you know. All my life Thanksgiving Days have involved shuttling to or being shuttled to various and sundry homes of relatives near and far, whether I wanted to or not. As a kid I piled into the family car with my three siblings and parents and tried to keep my brother and…
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More from the Moseley house
Being a second grader in the 60’s left quite an impression on me. Here are some of the highlights: Winters were cold back then. We wore coats with fur-trimmed hoods and by the end of the season the fur would be matted and dirty. Yet the coat was passed on to a younger sibling. Some…
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You Can’t Stay in my Little White Camper (with apologies to Miranda Lambert)
Ray Roberts Lake at sunset Recently I had the opportunity to camp at Ray Roberts Lake State Park. A beautiful Texas state park, the campground is kept as natural as possible with wildlife wandering around, unafraid of park visitors. I was enjoying my morning coffee at the picnic table when someone drove by and glanced…
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A Toy Story, Part I
Some of my fondest memories of my childhood involve the toys I played with. Now my parents weren’t well off by any stretch of the imagination, but we kids always had plenty of toys to play with. From the deep cardboard box at the Willow Branch Road farmhouse to the old wooden trunk at the…
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Ten Reasons I Go Glamping
Me in costume. I love camping like a girl, glamour-camping, or glamping as it is known these days. This kind of camping doesn’t require a camp stove, campfire, or sleeping bags. It doesn’t even require cooking or any kind of “roughing it.” It’s camping for girls, and I love it. Why would a woman who…
April Coker, Author 