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Let’s keep it simple!
The spare bedroom is close to overflowing with an array of clothing, shoes, toiletries, hair products, and an oversized suitcase. Anyone who took a peek ...
Jan Penton Miller, Author at The Bogalusa Daily News
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Yacht club, but no yacht
My little dachshund love, Missy, just loves attention. She is so accustomed to any time being lap time that she truly gets annoyed when I ...
by Jan Penton Miller, Tuesday, March 30, 2021 10:44 am
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Spring is here yet again
The wonder of spring is everywhere I look these days, and what a lovely sight to see! On a brief walk or a ride to ...
by Jan Penton Miller, Tuesday, March 23, 2021 2:22 pm
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Here’s food for thought
The mind is a funny thing. When I sat down to write today I thought of the Ides of March. Subconsciously I must have remembered ...
by Jan Penton Miller, Tuesday, March 16, 2021 2:03 pm
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A stinky situation at home
Sniff, sniff. Hmmm, I wonder what that sour smell in the closet is? I know. I have some Febreze somewhere. I hunted around the house ...
by Jan Penton Miller, Tuesday, March 9, 2021 1:52 pm
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What is the real answer?
The rain beat down on the roof, and the March wind howled giving the early blooming bulbs a good soaking all through the night last ...
by Jan Penton Miller, Tuesday, March 2, 2021 2:51 pm
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Being changed by love
The heavy scent of gardenias filled my nostrils as I stood in the crooked line meandering around the side of the church. All of us ...
by Jan Penton Miller, Tuesday, February 23, 2021 2:43 pm
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Over my head at times
As a child I loved the water until one eventful day changed my perspective. The small community where we lived had one doctor. His office ...
by Jan Penton Miller, Monday, February 15, 2021 11:58 am
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Love remains pivotal
Occasionally I like to do a little research into our holidays and their origins. My dad loved history, and my brothers and I all seem ...
by Jan Penton Miller, Tuesday, February 9, 2021 2:47 pm
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Things change at times
The sun beat down, causing beads of sweat to run down my freckled face. I could taste the salt when I licked my lips, and ...