Libraries
“Libraries store the energy that fuels the imagination.” – Sidney Sheldon
If every morning, you can find a reason to say, “Yes, it’s going to be a beautiful day.” And every day, you find a reason to say, “Yes, it is a beautiful day.” And every night, you find a reason to say, “Yes, it was a beautiful day.” Then one day, you’ll look back and
“Children in the sixties did not live at home with their parents after high school; we left our city and suburban wombs for jobs, college, or the military. My last year of high school [in 1967] had much in common with my first year of life. I found my hands, feet, and voice as a
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Central Arizona Writers Book Sale and Signing How exciting! I hope to attend. I will be reading and signing as the guest reader from my memoir on June 14 at the Elks Wordsmith Open Mic prose event. Love our support of local authors in Prescott! Catherine Miller Hahn https://www.facebook.com/events/609772467455907/
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The sun sank low behind the layers of thick green leaves on the large, numerous trees that line every street in Webster [Groves]. The streetlights flickered on, making small circular halos of light around the [African American] cleaning ladies]. Mother looked her most movie star beautiful standing in her whiteness, laughing with them in the
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“What day is it?” “It’s today,” squeaked Piglet. “My favorite day,” said Pooh. – A.A. Milne
Mary Ida Kelly, my mother, was born at home in 1920, and Henry Richmond Miller, my father, was born at home in 1916. They grew up, met, and married within twelve shady blocks of one another in Webster Groves, Missouri. In 1925 a five-year-old blonde, bushy-haired Mary Ida stood on Lockwood Avenue and firmly protected