Aunt Beulah asks questions of herself that I’m sure many bloggers are asking themselves. I admire the way she expresses herself and she always inspires me to better things.
Shortly after I began writing a weekly column for the local newspaper, I was pondering a head of lettuce at the local supermarket when an elderly gentleman with gray bushy eyebrows, a battered cowboy hat, and a painful-looking limp wheeled his cart my way.
“Hey, you! Yes, you.”
Startled, I looked around, but saw no other shoppers. Was he talking to himself or me? Finding either alternative alarming, I clutched my lettuce and prepared to flee.
“You’re Janet Sheridan, right?”
I nodded. In my hurry, did I cut him off in the parking lot? Or, heaven help me, had I run over his foot?
Without altering his stern expression, he limped on by, tipping his hat as he said, “I like your columns, young lady. They read real good.”
No words could have pleased a fledgling columnist more. When someone finds something of worth in my words, I feel…
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