Freedom by Patty Panni

The trees outside Morrison Elementary School had exploded into bursts of orange and red. “Look at that, Abby,” Abby’s mom, Jean, was always trying to get Abby to look at something or other. “Nice,” Abby said, not looking up from her Beverly Cleary book. “It’s my favorite time of year,” Jean said. “The air smells...

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Patty Panni
Patty Panni

Happily married, retired from a job in the legal profession, I have two 'fur kids' -- a rescue pup named Audrey and an orange tabby named Hobbes. We live in the Memphis, TN area. I'm involved with my local Carnegie Writers Guild, but my passion is for DFW and the lovely writing community Mia has created here. It's the absolute best. It has turned me from an intermittent scribbler of words into a dedicated writer with two first-draft novels under my belt (working on #3), scores of short stories, and a dozen or so poems.

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