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Linda DeMers Hummel

Linda DeMers Hummel has been writing all her life but only in her early 60s did she realize it could be her full-time calling. After losing her job in the educational publishing arena three years ago, she left cubicles, fluorescent lighting, and her bruised ego behind and set out on a writing adventure.

Linda grew up on Long Island, New York, but Baltimore is now home. She has worked in several professions, all of which were connected to words. She’s been an elementary school teacher, college English teacher, editorial director, and curriculum developer.

She is the proud mother of three, mother-in-law to another three, and grandmother to seven. She is eternally grateful for all the writing material her family gives her when they least expect it.

Years ago, I watched my brother’s kids for a week while he and his wife went on vacation. I stayed

I’m traveling, today, back to my hometown for a short visit. When I was in my thirties and forties, there

The first time I heard, “Hey, Buzzard!” in my direction, I was 12. His name was Walter.

For part of 1932, my grandmother served oatmeal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, the only food they could afford. When

Years ago my mother was visiting from Long Island. With fanfare she rarely called into action, she said, “I brought

In my family it is known as the “Jongebloed Hip.” Amazingly it is even less glamorous than its name.

“Just one?” I wish restaurant hostesses wouldn’t use this phrase.

The Earth is spinning faster than it used to. That’s my take on it anyway. It’s going to be Halloween

I was back in my hometown for a funeral. On the plane, I realized I hadn’t packed shoes worthy of

I started college in September, 1968, and quickly forgot why I was supposed to be there.

We were at the pier in Provincetown, Massachusetts, and so, so young. I watched off to the side as my

My boss was already at work, and that was a surprise because I almost always beat him in. As I

My birthday is coming, so my driver’s license needs to be renewed. I can’t recall this being any big deal.

The train is sold out. I’m hoping for a seatmate who will sleep. I know there are people who have

The summer of ’66 was a good one. My parents let me buy a lemon yellow bikini. My best friend’s