Author: Diana J. Ingram

That day of infamy

My husband, Ron, and I used to be avid listeners of KGO radio. It was on in our home in Los Banos 24 hours a day. While we slept, it was sort of a comforting white noise. I was in that strange place in between sleep and knowing...

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Arg, I am August

OK, let’s get the “Oh, it’s just August” jokes out of the way. Do you think I chose this month to be named after me? That was done eons ago. I was named after a famous Roman, you know. Still, I’m here and I’m hot, so deal...

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On the flip side

If there were a month or two that I could act like a bear and go hibernating, it would probably be in July and August. Now I know that most people seem to love these sizzling months of beaches and activities, but they make me...

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Just what is a book, then?

Is my title one of those aggravating rhetorical questions? I mean, we all know what a book is, really—we have dealt with them our entire lives. Yes, it used to mean a lot of pages with words someone wrote, held together by some...

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