Opinion

My America

Melinda Clements I sat down on a five-gallon feed bucket and placed the day’s eggs in cartons. Dark was quickly approaching, and I watched the… Login to continue reading Login…

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Just Tired

Melinda Clements I sat on the edge of my dad’s bed as he lay dying of cancer. He didn’t have much time and for some… Login to continue reading Login…

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