Lorraine V. Murray

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By LORRAINE MURRAY, Commentary | Published April 7, 2025 Here I am in my least favorite place in the world, the Atlanta airport. Wending my way through the crowd, a voice through the speakers welcomes us to “the world’s busiest airport,” as if we need a reminder. I’m on my way to Oklahoma City to visit my sister, who is scheduled for heart surgery the next day. It’s hard for me to admit this, but I’m scared about the unknown that awaits me.

1 month ago | georgiabulletin.org | Lorraine V. Murray

By LORRAINE V. MURRAY  | Published March 26, 2025 When I first read stories by Flannery O’Connor in college, I was thoroughly horrified by the violence. The classic story most college courses include is “A Good Man Is Hard to Find,” which features an entire family being massacred at the roadside by an escaped convict. Decades later, I revisited Flannery O’Connor and came away with a new perspective.

2 months ago | georgiabulletin.org | Lorraine V. Murray

By LORRAINE V. MURRAY | Published February 21, 2025 “Class, today we have a new girl” were the most dreaded words of my childhood. I was the red-faced, chubby girl, cringing before a sea of curious eyes, as the teacher introduced me to my classmates. The first time I heard these words was after our big move from New York to Miami, when I was 7.

2 months ago | georgiabulletin.org | Lorraine V. Murray

By LORRAINE V. MURRAY  | Published February 10, 2025 I wish I could buy a Valentine’s Day card for the woman I loved more than anyone else in the world. My mom was my best friend from day one. After my sister was born, the doctors warned her it would be dangerous to have another child. I’m glad she ignored them, since her next baby, two years later, was me.

2 months ago | georgiabulletin.org | Lorraine V. Murray

By LORRAINE V. MURRAY | Published January 24, 2025 “Snow!” was my first thought, when I looked out the window that morning. Soon children were using makeshift sleds to scoot down the hill in front of my house. As big, wet tufts of snow continued falling, I thought, “Well, this is rather nice!” Then the power went out. Since it was 20 degrees outside, I hurriedly donned two sweaters, a woolen hat, a jacket and corduroy pants.