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My Mom and the Lady Next Door
I think it’s time to once again share the story of my mom and the lady who lived in the big house directly behind our modest home. I’ve told this tale before in my column, but it bears repeating. And that story is on my mind because of an incident that happened during a recent speech I gave to a local woman’s club. I’m still nursing the wounds of the poisoned darts that lodged in my skin! I wasn’t really the intended victim of those nasty barbs. (And truth be told, they were vocal barbs, not the real thing.) I just got in the way of two women who were yelling at each other, each accusing the other of abusing the Social Security system...Read More