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 surely been lying in this bed for a dozen hours, but the clock on my phone tells me the truth — it’s only 1 a.m. Sheep...

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 bred fear in the hearts and minds of countless humans. 2022 is only two weeks old, and yet I count myself lucky to have...

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 me company, struggling to find words to say that will be important, insightful, worth reading and remembering. Sometimes...

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 Country Crock tubs. The lights are still up, but they don’t twinkle quite as brightly now that the big day is over. What’s...
Squeaky Shoes Part I

Squeaky Shoes Part I

By Wendy Hodge Have you ever spent any time in the emergency room in a small Southern town… on a weekend… during the COVID pandemic… with your head...

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Squeaky Shoes Part I

Korean Happy Birthday

By Wendy Hodge Today is Thursday. The plant where I work is busy, as always. My co-workers, local and Korean alike, are going about their day as...

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Hot Leather and High Fives

Hot Leather and High Fives

By Wendy Hodge If you read my last column, you know that I recently left my office job of several years. In fact, I walked away from the health care...

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Hot Leather and High Fives

Ode to the Lake Dog

By Wendy Hodge If there is one thing, one pure thing, on this earth that we humans do not deserve it is the presence of a dog in our lives. If...

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UNDER THE SURFACE

UNDER THE SURFACE

By Wendy Hodge The setting was perfect. Sun sparkling on the lake, white clouds hanging low and puffy in the bluest sky you can imagine, and not...

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UNDER THE SURFACE

‘Goodbye, Michael’

By Wendy Hodge There was an Office marathon last night on the Comedy Channel, as there often is. Insomnia was plaguing me again, and so I played a...

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Speak Softly and Smile

By Wendy Hodge Last night was one of those nights that happen every once in a while… the kind of night where you turn over a hundred times and...

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HATE

HATE

I don’t know about you, but I’m tired. As I sit here on a Thursday night, I’ve put down my phone and the TV is silent, but I can still hear all the...

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