Brenda Cannon Henley's archive

I love words. I have always loved words since my Uncle Donald encouraged me to read when I was very young. He brought me books he had found on sale, those given to him, and from the local library. For each book I read and was able to give him enough of a verbal report or the story line, he gave me a small amount of money. If it were a decent size book, I might get a quarter or two. I so looked forward to his visits, the books, and the prizes I earned.

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Forgive the personal reference today in my column, but I have had an exhausting two weeks with over 3,000 miles covered and a lot of heartbreak. When I start to write my column, I always think of what I have been learning and how I can communicate what I have stored away in my heart and mind with those who follow my writing. I only know how to write what is in my heart.

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I wrote to a friend from high school the other day and said, “At our age, we learn to take our little delights and unexpected gifts of life whenever they come and however we can absorb them.” Marie wrote back and said, “You are very right. And I am only glad that I have learned to be content in whatever state I am in and with whatever good I have in my life.”

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“Unfettered,” according to the American Heritage Dictionary, means “free from fetters or other physical bonds.”

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“I get like a tigress when it’s about my kids,” wrote famed actress Meryl Streep.

I did not get to read the entire interview, but I can only imagine that someone had attacked one of her offspring and she did not like it very much at all. From some of the titles I read on printed media while waiting in grocery check out lanes, I am surprised that more mothers haven’t cried out or attempted to stop the printing of slanderous lies and innuendo that probably has little basis of truth.

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