Wendy Hodge Articles

By WENDY HODGE This past weekend, I spent a couple of hours sitting in the living room floor surrounded by a dozen rolls of wrapping paper, a couple hundred bows, countless gift tags, several empty rolls of tape and a pair of scissors that just seemed determined to...

By WENDY HODGE It’s that time of year again. I love Christmas and the whole month from Thanksgiving to Christmas Eve – all the planning and buying and parties and food! But, the other day, when someone asked me what I wanted most from Santa, I responded without even...

By WENDY HODGE Let me see … Where did I leave off? … Oh, yes — I stood huddled with my sister’s best friend, a terrified girl whose sister had been kidnapped, a good Samaritan with a CB radio and a policeman, waiting to see any sign of my sister or the man she was...

By WENDY HODGE When last we met, I was parked on the access road next to the local park in my town — the Monkey Park, as all Opelikans know it — where animals seemed to roam and enjoy summer days and the occasional snow flurry as often as children have over the...