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O-Pun My Word

Saturday morning had come, and with it, Missy’s favorite routine: get in the car and go downtown for a visit to the bookstore and a bite to eat. Neither of us could wait. Standing on the driveway, I unlocked the … Continue reading

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Just My Type

I opened the covers of The Empire Strikes Back Storybook and blinked, stunned. Sure it had been a long time. But how had I forgotten this? I hurried upstairs to Heather, the thin hardcover volume in my hand. “Look, hon,” … Continue reading

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A Word Out of Place

Who can forget the climax of “Gone With the Wind” when Rhett turned to Scarlett and shockingly, unforgettably told her “My dear, I don’t give a darn?” Or the pages of Shelby Foote’s “The Civil War” where William T. Sherman … Continue reading

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To Say the Least

“Ma shoe.” Missy had just finished her bath and gotten into pajamas. She pointed a small finger at her blue sneakers as she had done on many nights, sometimes just to point out they were there, sometimes to ask to … Continue reading

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In the Know

When Missy is in a bit of a mood, she can suddenly become the most knowledgeable person on the planet. “Come on, Missy, it’s time to step out of the tub.” “I know!” “Sorry, Miss, the tea’s not ready yet. … Continue reading

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In So Many Words

Blame Maggie. It started with her. Maggie’s the youngest of my newsroom co-workers, a “Millennial” who’s endured so much wordplay from me that it’s probably raised her blood irony levels to the danger point. Even so, she’s quick with a … Continue reading

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Famous First Words

“Er-DEE!” Our nearly two-year-old niece pointed a stubby finger at the nearby finch, then trotted over to the next bird cage. A fresh smile grew on her face as she again pointed excitedly, this time at a pair of parakeets. … Continue reading

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Of Words and Westings

“Hold on, Missy wants to talk to you,” Heather said over the phone. I raised an eyebrow in surprise, but waited. “Hi …” came a familiar, querulous voice. “Hi, Miss. How’s today going?” “ ‘Kay. … I wan’ go to … Continue reading

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