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Last year at this time, my husband and I were busy planning our Thanksgiving feast with watering mouths and rumbling stomachs.

I noticed an interesting quirk from the past.  All the women were identified by their HUSBAND’s names.

At a recent dinner with other women my age, we hit on a hilarious topic:  our childhood aspirations.

This one’s about that stuff we learned in high school—in Typing Class

Recently I visited a place that honors veterans every day,

Somehow that segued into talk of Cracker Jack.

Another Election Day is here and I remember that I worked the polls for 20 years at my home precinct in Arlington, Virginia. I confess I...