Barb C’s Journal

The motel was the sort that rented rooms by the hour, equipped with a stained mattress, matted and ancient shag carpet, and a television which could also be rented by the hour. Its single mean window was mostly blocked by a hulking old air conditioning unit. Even to Riley’s human senses, it […]

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It’s strange how the mind works. All week I’ve been following the events going on in southeast Asia, listening to NPR and watching the death toll rise. I’ve been disgusted and ashamed as our pitiful excuse for a president can’t be bothered to make a statement for days, and then offers up an […]

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