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Burglarized, Chapter Five

Labor Day arrived and I've started to get phone calls from a few of my neighbors. After our home was burglarized, I went knocking on doors and left my business card at every house where no one was home. The stories I'm hearing are painting a nice picture and I'm...

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Burglarized, Chapter Four

The deputies filled out paperwork on a Friday and shortly thereafter, I knocked on every door on my street. I gathered names and phone numbers and met some really nice people. My youngest son was concerned for me - knocking on doors. He said, in effect, "It's not...

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Burglarized, Chapter Three

By now I've managed to sleep, fitfully, in my own bed. The thought of someone wandering through my house, touching my things, lingering in my bedroom...it defies description. My husband made a custom deterrent for each of the windows except the ones ten feet off the...

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Burglarized, Chapter Two

Fingerprint dust really is as black as sin and police officers really are just like us. After our home was burglarized we provided serial numbers and photos. Day One of this event seemed longer than necessary. My anger continued to simmer late into the night. Neither...

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Burglarized, Chapter One

If there are stages of grief, there must surely be stages for this. Disbelief, frustration, rage and then something unlike anything I've ever known. Our home was burglarized in September of 2015. The thief forced a window open and came inside. Most of what they took...

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Night Song

Moonlight plays across the surface of the pond much like a silent instrument, its beauty - purely visual. The wind strokes the water with the same caress as a mother with a newborn infant. The muted color of the amber liquid throws back a garbled reflection of a full...

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Man Land

Man Land

It's called "Man Land" for a reason. This place of mystery and mayhem is populated by the male of the species and is surrounded by an aura that seems to exude testosterone. A locale best left to the ones who can navigate its depths without a compass or sextant. The...

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‘Till The Cows Come Home ~ Part Two

So my cell phone rang and my husband says the cows have doubled back and are headed my way. Well, no, I wasn't about to let them get by me. I grew up in Edgefield, SC with cows, goats, pigs, chickens and a beagle named Cleo. No hard-headed heifer was coming back where...

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Memorial Day, 2018

Memorial Day, 2018

It's a rainy Monday here in my part of Laurens County, SC. Tropical Storm Alberto is hauling in a lot of water. The ground is already saturated from a generous amount of previous rainfall. We've been advised to watch for mudslides and localized flooding as streams and...

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‘Till The Cows Come Home, part I

We live in a largely rural county in South Carolina. We share a property line with an old dairy which "lives" on at least 50 acres. There are two ponds, maybe some ducks and several cows on the other side of an old-fashioned barbed-wire fence. One afternoon I noticed...

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