Articles written by Denise Hammond
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Guest column: Hands ...
Hands. From the time I was a young girl I’ve noticed them. First, with my mother as she deftly kneaded and twisted dough into bread or caramel rolls. She covered a plywood slab, which my Papa Al h...
Lessons from a home movie
The lights dimmed, the projector switch flipped. A hot plastic smell wafted through the room as the clickity-clack of a Super 8 home movie began. Hubby and I were returning from our Yellowstone...
Today, I planted tulips
My love affair with flowers is never more angst-filled than when the frosts of fall put to death the vibrant colors of summer. Blooming ends, vegetation wilts, even the grass fades and withers. The... Full story
