Loretta Downs

Loretta Downs

It Happens

The Thanksgiving Day after my mother died, I sat at the table with a dozen of my closest family members. The youngest was my 22-year-old godson on his way to Iraq with the Marines. The eldest was my 91-year-old Aunt Vera, the last of my mother’s four siblings to still be living. Everyone was worried […]

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A Bowl of Soup

My new neighbor likes to cook. I do not. She also likes me. That combination makes me the frequent recipient of Nancy’s culinary gifts delivered in decorated bowls and colorful baskets. The other day she appeared at my door with two hot-out-of-the-oven herbed biscuits on a plate painted with roses, and a large container of

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