Tommy’s Window on the World
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That’s Bologney. .. by JoAnn
You may call it bologna, but most South-loving people call it bologney. It’s a staple for many. Growing up in…
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Memory Lane … by JoAnn
Today I took a walk down what I like to call… “Memory Lane.” As I strolled past each long-ago-made memory,…
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The Bunnies … by JoAnn
Each morning, when I arise just as the sun appears, the first thing I do is look out my kitchen…
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Watermelon Sunday … by JoAnn
After a long hot day and a dinner of fresh veggies from our garden, we would all head outside to…
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Spoiled … by JoAnn
I recently received a gift card for my birthday from my daughter Christine. She knows I only shop for clothing…
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What Germs…? by JoAnn
I confess! I can be quite the germaphobe. I’m thankfully not a clinical case under a doctor’s care for my…
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Three Daughters … by JoAnn
Her eyes are brown. She was born during a heat wave after I carried her for ten whole months. She…
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Blank Page … by JoAnn
As I sit here staring at my blank computer screen, trying to come up with another missive for all of…
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Smells Familiar … by JoAnn
Today I went through the drive-thru at our local McDonald’s. The last time I was there, my receipt had a…
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A Love Song
I’m a country music fan. Being raised in the mountains of southwest Virginia, I would easily be called a hillbilly.…