By WENDY HODGE It’s amazing what you may find if you wait about a year and a half to clean out your purse. This past weekend, when I could no longer...
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Wendy Hodge Articles
The Wee Small Hours
By WENDY HODGE Alexander McCall Smith wrote “At night we are all strangers, even to ourselves.” Tonight I am relearning the truth in that. I have...
Contagious Planet Earth, Pandemic Era, Day Umpteen Thousand:
By WENDY HODGE The world is two years into a medical crisis, and coronavirus is apparently not going away anytime soon. It has mutated and grown and...
Without Words
By WENDY HODGE Occasionally there are days when I sit in front of a blank screen with only a blinking cursor and the silence of my thoughts to keep...
Carpe Diem
By WENDY HODGE Christmas is behind us. All the gifts are opened, and all that’s left of the feasts are leftovers in second-hand Cool Whip and...
CHRISTMAS LAGNIAPPE
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...
QUIET
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...
HELPER PART III
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...
HELPER PART II
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 —...
