Lying in bed that night with the breeze fanning my face, I began to relax. The cool air felt as soothing as my mother’s hand when, in younger years, I was sick with a fever. Sighing, I burrowed into my pillow. Sleep vanished as a sound penetrated my consciousness. I sat bolt upright. What had […]
Jan 6, 2023
Wolf Moon
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I can imagine it–an early day family, perhaps some of my Cherokee ancestors–sitting inside their warm house, hearth fire blazing, wind howling outside sounding eerily like the howl of a wolf. Wolves would be hungry this time of year, searching for prey that may have been hibernating safely in trees or caves. Sometimes, the wolves […]
Jan 3, 2023
The Raven’s Long Shadow
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“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.” – Edgar Allan Poe. Long ago, I memorized The Raven. I was fortunate […]
Jan 2, 2023
Does a Writer Resolve?
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These resolutions are from a few years back, but they are still semi-appropriate. These writing resolutions are strictly my own and are not suggestions for other writers to follow unless, of course, the proverbial shoe fits. I firmly resolve and forswear to work hard at sharpening my writing skills by never, ever writing run-on sentences […]
Dec 18, 2022
Who, Me?
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My friend said every time she sees an owl, she thinks of me. Who–oo, me? Well, it could be worse. Actually, I’m flattered because I greatly admire owls. They have a lot of amazing attributes and are thought to be slightly mysterious. Or, could it be because of their never-ending question, Who? I am certainly […]
Dec 17, 2022
What Lay in the Murky Bog?
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Mallory sank down on a rock, trying to catch her breath. The night was so dark she couldn’t see a foot in front of her. Wispy tendrils of fog, like bony, white fingers curled around leaning headstones . Far, far below her, the Irish Sea pounded relentlessly against the coast. She had no idea where […]
