Archive for Humor
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Just Saying…
Santa is real - Important Memories from a Small Town Christmas By Q.C. Jones Yesterday, while cleaning out my basement, I came face-to-face with a plastic tote full of Christmas decorations. In amongst the mishmash of frayed wires, and fragments of broken oraments, I spied an ancient Santa. He...
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A Pause for Poetry
By Gary Heath Poet in Residence for 50+ Lifestyles. I Am the Sea I am the sea. I roll in on waves from the Briny deep, salty to the taste in mouths Of swimmers in my tides. I have my Moods and currents, warm and cold. I Bring weather to the continents and fish To dinner t...
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The Ghosts of Turkeys Past By Q.C. Jones Nothing says November like the turkey. As a large part of my elementary education brainwashing involved dozens of exercises which revolved around this remarkable fowl. Scrounging around in that quite disorganized and junked up heap of memories called QC...
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Embracing Autumn
By Alana Callender The term autumn can be traced back to the ancient Etruscan word autu, which means passing of the year. It is my favorite time of year. In my childhood, shutting up the cabin for the season was a little sad, but what promise the new school year always had. There was the ritua...
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I Survived the Great Rocky Mountain Road Trip By Q.C. Jones For the past several years, your cordial correspondent QC Jones has marked the end of the summer with a road trip to visit the majestic mountains of New Mexico and Colorado. The stated official destination is Taos, New Mexico to participa...
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By Q.C. Jones Walking the Dead Out of Deadlines One of the central concerns of my life as a writer and sometime journalist is the deadline. At any moment, I may be juggling 5, 10, or more deadlines of various kinds. In many ways these things resemble the zombies from The Walking Dead. Allow me t...
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PUBLISHER’S CORNER
My Memories of August Vacations By Eloise Graham My dad got two weeks' vacation time in August. The usual vacation would be going from our hometown in East Central Kansas to my Aunt Margaret and Uncle Gus’s place in Central Illinois. Aunt Margaret was my mom’s sister. This trek had probably be...
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The Dog Days of Summer – My A/C-free Life By Q.C. Jones I feel as though I am one of the last people on the planet who can claim to have lived in an air-conditioner-free world. Growing up, I had a short taste of the air-conditioned lifestyle. During portions of my childhood my family had a w...
