Good morning. My name is Murphy and I’m a dog. I used to live with Ben Ventris but for gruesome reasons I’d just as soon not discuss, I now live with Pat and Jasper Harris. Dogs don’t get credit for being the world’s smartest creatures. They should. Poor ol’ Jasper thinks owls are wise but all they do is […]
Feb 28, 2015
The World By Snowlight
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What a beautiful world this morning–clean and white. It’s funny the way snow lights up the darkness. It’s a long time to sunrise. Besides, clouds cover the sky. But my street, the yards and rooftops are as visible as if a light shone on them. Snowlight! It’s a lovely phenomenon. The temperature is right at […]
Feb 27, 2015
Heat Wave!
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Oh, my goodness! The temperature may actually reach 25 today. Can you believe it? It has quite a way to go because now it’s not quite ten degrees and, true to form, it’ll get colder just before sunrise. (As you can see, I’m up pretty early.) Believe it or not, I’m not the only one […]
Feb 25, 2015
Here Am I
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What should I do with my life, Lord? I’ve heard people pray that prayer over and over, agonizing on what God wants them to do. To me, it’s pretty simple but then, maybe I’m not looking deep enough, I just know that for me, I’ve found the answer. I know from reading the Bible that […]
Feb 24, 2015
Wintry Day Nostalgia
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Rooftops and deck wear a dusting of white this morning while other places not so far away got much more than a skift of snow yesterday. It is cold though. Shivery, toe-tingling cold. You know how a picture or a word or even a fragrance can stir a person’s memory. Yesterday the picture of an old-fashioned […]
Feb 23, 2015
Who Was That Mystery Man?
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Chapter Fifteen The Carnegie Library, a single story, red brick structure with white trim stood proudly at attention commanding a view of the old courthouse just as I remembered. As I went up the wide, stone steps, a light snow began to fall. Shivering, I pulled my jacket closer. Heavy, double doors swung outward […]
