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- Indexed issues, last 90 days
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- Sep 7, 2026
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- Jul 15, 2026
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Bad Mood Rising (opens the original)
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Yesterday was a terrible mood day. Not sad, not depressed, not dejected, not even irritatingly off-kilter, but a mood so thunderingly bad it registered on the Richter Scale.I wasn’t even sure why. Granted, it’s easy to be a craptastic state of mind these days. Too easy. Still, I scanned my brain to think of the last time I was in a mood this foul, and honestly, I think it was that time I had really bad PMS, had fussed with some or other boyfriend, and l must have looked as miserable as I felt be
Stray Cats To Strut Again (opens the original)
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The year was 1983. The popular bands were young. I was young. We all looked good. We could dance all night when the urge hit, and it hit often. My friends and I had low-wage jobs and a low-worry lifestyle. The Stray Cats were riding a rockabilly wave of their own making through radio hits (Rock This Town, Stray Cat Strut) and energetic MTV videos. These were melodic mavericks, slightly menacing in the most adorable of ways, and added something — dare I say zest — to the musical menu of the early
In The Middle of The Night on Da Bayou (opens the original)
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I am a city girl. A city girl who lives in a raised house on a bayou, like one of those social science experiments they once did to study human behaviour to see if an unlikely candidate could adapt and survive in an environment foreign to them. You know, before reality shows did the same.The beach is right here too. I feel a breeze off the Gulf of Mexico every morning when I walk Peanut Butter Jackson, and I believe I live in paradise. I'm surrounded by woods, and have perhaps four neighbors sca
What Happened To Nolan Wells? (opens the original)
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There was a protest this past weekend in Ocean Springs, Mississippi, for Nolan Wells. I saw the announcement on Facebook and decided to attend, although I wasn’t sure exactly what was being protested. We didn’t have any new information on what happened to young Mr. Wells that caused him not to return home alive after a celebratory Fourth of July with friends on Horn Island, off the Gulf Coast of Mississippi.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s
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