Tell Me Why I wonder about lots of things. “Why” is always on the tip of my tongue. So, bear with me in this morning’s ramble. I go from absurd to serious in the blink of an eye! One thing I’ve wondered about is the placement of garages on newer houses. About ninety-per cent of the […]
Jun 11, 2016
Where the Lost Things Are
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My friend Jane has some interesting dreams and sometimes uses them in a story or poem. I do too, occasionally. Last night, I had a most interesting dream about a 1967 Ford Mustang. My husband and I bought the Mustang brand-new, straight off the showroom floor. It was beautiful, small, shiny brown with a leather-look brown interior […]
Apr 3, 2016
The Blotting Paper Syndrome
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Long, long ago, back in the Dark Ages when I was young, we had a writing utensil known as a fountain pen. In fact, I still have one or two tucked away somewhere. The pens got the job done and worked great but they required a blotter. You see, the ink from a fountain pen had to dry or […]
Feb 24, 2016
Cozy Critter Time Again!
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Today, we cozy critters will gather to discuss all things literary and several things that are not. I can hardly wait to hear what they have been reading and writing. We will miss Cozy Critter Judy. But, when Texas calls, Judy must answer. As I started to go to bed last night, I glanced out […]
Dec 15, 2015
The Glow of the Memory Tree
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Each ornament on my Christmas tree has a story. Starting at the bottom, there’s the beautiful, hooked poinsettia tree skirt my sister Helen made years ago. When she gave it to me, she told me it wasn’t quite finished but I’ve looked at it for years and can’t see where anything else needs to […]
Dec 12, 2015
Streeling into Saturday
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Sauntering, strolling, streeling–words that mean about the same but the last word is not heard much any more. In Grave Heritage, Flora uses the word and she and Darcy remember that Andy Tucker used to say that. None of the Cozy Critters who heard me read the passage from the book knew what it meant. […]
