Mrs. Loggins taught English at a high school in rural North Carolina where I grew up. If she had stood on her tiptoes, she might have barely stretched past the five-feet mark on a door jamb. She was pleasingly plump and wore her dark hair in a cute pixie cut. As one of the younger teachers, she connected well with 16-year-olds. I had the luck and privilege of being one of her tenth-grade students.
Time runs faster than I do
🌹🌸🌹🌸🌹 M y dear friend from high school and I reconnected after almost forty years, and we decided that for our birthdays, which ar...
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I couldn't have been more than seven or eight years old, nine at the most. We were living on a sharecropper tobacco farm in North ...