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by Maxine Davis Here we sit in the study. One is reading, one is in a corner editing her book. One is, uh-oh, sleeping. And someone just came in complaining she just does not have time to sit down. We often have something or someone tugging at us, needing attention. Sometimes to buy ourselves…
by Maxine Davis Last week, a young man we know from Italy (whom I will call “Lorenzo”) and who now works in Atlanta, called and said his parents had flown in and were at his sister’s house, and they wanted us to join them for Easter brunch – at 11:30 or 12. As I said,…
by Maxine Davis I saw them coming up the steps, and I practically ran out on the porch to greet them. “Hello! Did everybody ride together?” Lucky them: they had ridden together and had, therefore, already started the “party.” “Great!” And the hugs began. The four of us started talking at the same time….
by Maxine Davis I can’t help it. I’m standing at the mailbox ripping the package open. It’s here. I hold it gently in my hands. I can’t believe it. It is shades of blue and is beautiful. And my name, Maxine Davis, is on the cover. This is the book that contains my first published…
by Maxine Davis We are just coming out of the holiday season, and I bet you have seen at least one picture of a burned house on television or in the paper. These things happen. A while back, I was having lunch with a group of friends. We began talking about keepsakes and sentimental Christmas…
