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Sixty years Sixty years ago today. I was five when my world changed forever. For sixty years, I’ve wondered what it would have been like to grow up with a father. I will never know. At the time, it didn’t seem like that big a deal. Home was still home; Mama and my siblings were…
While cleaning out bookshelves this summer, I came across the 2009 Bull Bay Review Young Author Anthology of Virginia. Published by the Writers Studio of South Boston, Virginia, it contains writings of five poets and authors chosen by three judges. Flipping through the pages, I found an essay written by our daughter. Rebekah was a…
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