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June 4, 2022
Vacation time. Time to jump in the car and escape your three-bedroom cage of domesticity. You crave adventure and novelty. Roadside stands of oddities and billboards that beg for attention
May 7, 2022
She was there with you, surrounding you, while you grew arms and legs and eyelids. Your heart beat in harmony with hers. Her blood was your blood; her oxygen, yours.
March 26, 2022
It used to be referred to by a full noun. TELEPHONE. Sometimes “phone." Never “cell."
February 26, 2022
February is a tough month. Its days of lengthening sunlight hold little of interest to see. The ground is alternately hard as granite and sloppy with murky mud.
February 12, 2022
Seventh grade. I was 13 and in love for the first time.
February 5, 2022
“With proper care, you new washing machine should last a lifetime.” The young man at Lowe’s wiggled his eyebrows and patted the appliance. At first, I dismissed his statement as
June 10, 2021
My granddaughter scraped her leg and her mother applied antiseptic cream guaranteed not...
June 3, 2021
It’s National Bathroom Reading Week. The first full week in June is set aside to...
May 20, 2021
Remember how great barefoot weather once felt Robin Garrison Leach FacebookTwitterEmail All through winter, we dreamed of the day we could go barefoot again. We wedged double-socked feet into rigid snow boots; our toes wriggled like worms on fishhooks. Scrunched together, covered with layers of protection, they grew soft and white. Tender. Then spring came. Every day after school we’d beg to go outside barefoot. “Not yet!” we’d hear. We watched the thermometer, reporting the temperature...
April 16, 2021
Robin Writes: Cartoon crush The McDonough County Voice From the first time Popeye strode across the boards of a black and white pier, his blimpy forearms and clenched fists gyrating in piston motion, I was hooked. Popeye was a balding man. Short as a shot of whiskey and explosive as a belch. A corncob pipe hung between his lips; he chomped it tight like a grudge. He wore his sailor suit most of the time, only changing to a top hat and tails for a special night out with Olive (which got shredded...