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Spoil the Puppy
We have been dog owners for over two years now. Having Lincoln in our house has revealed a divide that I feel like sociologists should study. The divide is along gender lines, which I don’t […]

An Antedote to 2020
Well, well, well. We all thought that would never happen. The end of 2020. What a year. I suppose there’s someone out there who is thinking, “This was my best year ever!” but I can […]

A Time to Yell
About a dozen or more years ago, on Christmas Eve, I found myself in the emergency room with blinding pain in my abdomen. I put up with the pain for a few days, pretending I […]


Yellow Camaro
I am 50 years old and I have owned a grand total of four cars in my life. The first was a 1985 Oldsmobile Delta 88 with a hood the size of a regulation basketball […]


I’ll Drink to That
I probably ought to be more afraid of Big Brother, but the truth is that my life is a little too boring for me to get all worked up about who is looking at the […]

Fine China
My Dad is just now winding up what he is calling his Farewell Tour. “Yeah, yeah.” said my son. “Cher had five of those.” He is making an up and down road trip of the […]

Day of Silence
“Think before you speak.” Is there anyone – anyone? – who will doubt the wisdom of this old saw? I’m going to go with “no.” I mean, “speak before you think” makes no sense. “Go […]

Author Lori Duff wins Gold in INDIES Book of the Year Awards
LOGANVILLE, GA — Today, Lori B. Duff and Deeds Publishing are pleased to announce “If You Did What I Asked in the First Place” has been named the Gold Winner, Humor, in the 21st annual […]

My Jubilee Year
I happen to have been born in a Jubilee Year. A Jubilee Year is a biblical thing, specifically Leviticus 25:8-13, and although it is a fairly complicated concept, it can be summed up as a […]

A Snake in the Grass
It was during regular business hours and I was on the phone with someone of some rank, even though it was someone I knew well, and we were discussing Important Business that Mattered. My son […]

My Daddy Was A Southern Feminist Bridesmaid
~I learned all I needed to know about unconditional love… and all the southern humor I could handle~ In 1969, my mother was president of the P.T.A. for my brother’s and my Elementary School. […]

The Power of Shoes
If you were to run into me on the street, or in the grocery store, or any of the places it is possible to run into me when we are not in a pandemic and […]

Of Spiders, Horny Toads and Serial Killers
In 1967, we didn’t need anyone to tell us to stay home. When spring had sprung, “shelter in place” was as close as our own back yards. Upon looking back, however, maybe we had too […]

Chickens Always Come Home to Roost
They say that chickens always come home to roost. Now that the Duff family has chickens, I’ve found this to be literally true. In fact, one day, the coop door blew shut. When dusk came […]

For the Love of Trefoils
For years, my daughter sold Girl Scout cookies. That wasn’t the only reason she was a Girl Scout, but it may have been the only reason I encouraged her to be a Girl Scout. I […]

The Quilt of Kindness
Colleen and Violet were my Angels. Not the scary fire-and-brimstone kind, but the guardian kind who bring goodness and light and help and possibly a nice snack. My mother was in in-home hospice at the […]

Bast-Et Is All of Us
My friend sent me, via text message, this picture of her mother’s cat: Something about this cat picture, sent to me two weeks into house arrest via coronapocalypse, spoke to a place deep inside me. […]