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Cross that Bridge! Classes in 2025!

Cross that Bridge!

If you have been looking for a boost to your writing journey in 2025, check out this opportunity. One on one via Zoom or in a group of no more than eight.

Superheros

Twenty people or more crowded the three tables in my granddaddy’s house in North Carolina in Thanksgiving 1964. For the first time I got to sit with the grownups at the table with the white tablecloth. I was “grown” enough not to have to sit with the babies and mommas at the card table.