On March 30, 2020, my husband and I, at the onset of the pandemic, dusted off the Scrabble board and played the first of many (697, to be exact) nightly Scrabble games. The competition continues. To date, I have triumphed in 545 of those games. The bad news, however, is that this ongoing tournament has created a monster, and the monster is — me.
Category: Letters from Linda
column by Linda Kelly
The Postcard Project
Will you be going away for a vacation this summer, dear readers, or will you be taking a “staycation” in your own backyard?
The lamentable loss of letter-writing
Dearest Readers,
My excited anticipation, as I walk out to get the mail, quickly changes to a sense of sadness and loss. Although my mom left this life 16 years ago, every day I somehow still expect to find one of her weekly letters in my mailbox.