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    Month: December 2011

    On the Couch With Bill O’Reilly

    Last night after our traditional family Christmas drama, daddy referred to something I had mentioned in passing–that I see a therapist. The second he asked about it,… Read more “On the Couch With Bill O’Reilly”

    December 28, 2011November 21, 2018 by Ugena Whitlock

    A Long Way from Starbucks

    Littleville, Alabama, doesn’t have a Starbucks. In fact, from the time I leave my apartment, conveniently located behind my local Starbucks, until I arrive at my parents’… Read more “A Long Way from Starbucks”

    December 27, 2011November 21, 2018 by Ugena Whitlock

    Over River Through Woods

    As happy as I was puttering around my new place, it’s two days before Christmas, so I had to pack up the car and go to Alabama.… Read more “Over River Through Woods”

    December 24, 2011November 21, 2018 by Ugena Whitlock

    Two and a Half Days Till Christmas

    I was in a PowerPoint frenzy at Starbucks. Outside, the storm was raging, and not unexpectedly, the store began to fill. Now, if you stay any place… Read more “Two and a Half Days Till Christmas”

    December 23, 2011November 21, 2018 by Ugena Whitlock

    Three Days Before Christmas

    Don’t think I’m romanticizing SBX. Plenty has already been written about why people come here. Most of us have perfectly good living room chairs or desks where… Read more “Three Days Before Christmas”

    December 22, 2011November 21, 2018 by Ugena Whitlock
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