Jeanette Saddler-Taylor
Michiana ChroniclerJeanette Saddler Taylor lives a retiring life in South
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“You have to tell people things more than once,” is one of the three things that I have learned in my life. Thus, more the once, probably to the extent… -
Like wildebeests out of the cage, after the last homebound year and a half, it was road trip time. Although a curious thing was that that road trip became…
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Come spring they say that a young man’s fancy turns to love. But for this old Kentucky girl, spring is time to strap on big Partisan boots for the…
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The stage lights are extinguished; the main player has exited through the curtain and the bit players are standing around wondering, “What next?”.…
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OK, Look—Whoops! This is radio. So, OK, listen. Well, maybe you don’t care to listen, I’m going to speak about books meaningful to me, so if this isn’t of…
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Occasionally, it’s like I’ve been dropped on my head and lost clear reason—in those times I decide to delve into my backlog of…
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“Jeanette, you’re just a glutton for punishment,” my Mother would say to me when I had doggedly persisted in what she perceived as self-destructive…
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“Hey, y'all, watch this!” When you hear someone yell that at a gathering, you can be pretty sure that an ambulance soon will be needed. Julia Reed wrote…
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“Once you’ve bought a novel in your pajamas, there’s no turning back.” So says a character in the novel “The Overstory,” as he drives a forklift in a…
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Joyous greetings! Seems like a strange sentiment in these troubled times, but it also seemed odd when expressed by women in France, Germany, England and…
