Lessons in Survival from My Okie Mom

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Introduction

My mother would have been 97 years old today. In some ways, I’m glad she’s not around to see this mess. I think she would be disheartened. On the other

On the Winter Solstice, Forward

In literary terms, a foreword to a book is usually written by someone other than the author, but I’ve got no time for that, since it’s the shortest day of

Chapter One, “Don’t Chase Boys”

In light of the momentous global and national tumult, I realize that mother-daughter stories might seem insignificant at present. But some things do hold up over time, like these “soundbites