Musings

MUSINGS By Regena Handy A new jar of Duke’s mayo is waiting in the pantry. At the top of the...

The noise was deafening. People all around us, a blur of voices, each louder than the other in an attempt...

Musings by Regena Handy It’s a bit obscene to me the huge amount of money made by a small percentage...

Musings By Regena Handy We stood at the front steps of the house, the pink peonies that grew on each side...

Musings By Regena Handy Looking back at the incident, she must have thought I’d taken leave of my senses. Parting...

  MUSINGS By Regena Handy Often I sit on the porch and drink my second cup of morning coffee. (One...

Musings By Regena Handy No doubt he would be surprised to know I still have it—a little ship replica that he...

Musings by Regena Handy The memory has stuck with me for years. My brother and I were in the reception...

By Regena Handy We all know the best stories are the ones that can’t be told, for the most interesting...

By Regena Handy I remember hearing once that moving seven times is comparable to a house fire—how one weeds out...