Yesterday was a day made up of bits and pieces; not a whole, organized picture, but a mosaic sort of day. A visit to Hobby Lobby and the art department is always fun. That’s a place that encourages the imagination to soar–tools that can be used to create. And, since it was the first […]
Aug 29, 2018
Starting Points
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Sometimes I think back to Etta Bend, to the middle child in a family of three girls and one boy who grew up there, as the starting point for my family, at least for my mother’s branch. Then, of course Dad’s side had another starting point in Mena, Arkansas. From those beginnings came (so far) five, […]
Aug 11, 2018
The Golden Light at the End of the Day
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There’s something about the late afternoon, just before the supper hour, when the day is winding down and the light lies golden and still through the windows. There’s a hush, a silence in empty rooms, a quiet acceptance that the day is over and soon the sun will slip beneath the horizon. Memories return […]
Aug 9, 2018
In the Wee, Small Hours of the Morning
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In the early morning darkness, a dove calls. It’s a homey sound. The robins are quiet, maybe busy with their nests and feeding babies. Soon, the summer birds will fly South while the winter birds gather around the feeders. School is about to start for another year of learning and growing, a year or […]
Aug 7, 2018
The Conclusion of the Drama of the Hurt Foot
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At long last, the three-week injured foot challenge has ended happily! Yesterday, Nathan and I took Nemo back to his doctor for the stitches to be removed from his foot. If you’ll remember, he had a small growth on his foot. He was sedated, the growth removed, the incision sewed up, but that was […]
Aug 5, 2018
An Owl in the Neighborhood
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Neighborhood Owl “There’s an owl in the neighborhood. I heard him late last night When the wind was wild and restless and the moon was round and white. I hurried to my window but nothing I could see Showed anyone in all the town had wakened–only me. Owls live in the forest where trees are […]
