by Ellen McAllister It sits, brown and smooth with natural wood swirling, twirling about. With a blue paisley strap that she always wears with a smile and Six golden strings strummed, plucked, and picked. I’ve heard the sweet silky notes, felt them warming my soul. …
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Ellen McAllister
The art of writing letters
by Ellen McAllister I get about thirty emails a day. They are usually alerting me to some meeting I have to attend or someone asking for my help to resolve an issue. Zero of them are from people genuinely checking in. All of them need …