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Siblings
Fiction
Some Joke, Huh?
My brother is weird. I never know what he’s going to do next. Like the time he decides around three o’clock on an August afternoon that he’s going to climb the Franklin Mountains.
August 1982
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories
From The Heart
As I learn to accept love as it is really given — not as I expect it to be — a vast amount of the precious stuff becomes available.
July 1981
Readers Write
Death Of A Loved One
Giving the eulogy, being followed by a chicken, losing a child
May 1981
Photography
The Hill
Photographs By Alma Blount
I’m especially grateful to the Wrenn family for their warmth to me during this undertaking. They were completely honest in front of the camera. I was a stranger to them but to my amazement, they were willing to express the love they have for each other as a family without inhibition before my curious eyes.
March 1980
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