“Our last night in Amarillo,” I said and sighed. We three women huddled under warm afghans tucked around us in Sophie’s wicker rockers on her front porch. The starry sky seemed almost close enough to touch. The lonely cry of a coyote rose and fell on the wind. A Crossfire Roadster wheeled into Sophie’s driveway […]
Jul 30, 2020
Peace and Quiet
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On the north side of my house is a happy tangle of ferns, hostas, violets and lily-of-the-valley. I call this my woods garden. For one thing, it grows without much help from me. For another, this pretty group of flowers reminds me of taking a walk through the woods. They like to sink their little […]
Jul 13, 2020
Clouds Without Water
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Saturday night, we had a strange storm. The weatherman was telling of significant weather watches, and I could see clouds moving in. Then, along about dark, I heard thunder getting closer. And, closer. At last, it was booming right overhead. Lightning flashed followed by loud reports. I was sure we’d get rain. Guess what? Nary […]
Jul 5, 2020
An Interview
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Do authors like to do interviews? I can’t speak for all, but I can speak for one. I enjoy them, so I was happy when AllAuthor.com suggested an interview. And, there I am! A page all dedicated to me. There may be something on there you didn’t know before. I hope you enjoy it. This […]
Jun 6, 2020
Remembering the Men of D-Day
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This is D-Day. It happened in 1944, a lot of years ago, a hellish time for the men who landed on the beaches of Normandy. Thousands died, many miles from home; young men who stood between us and tyranny. Because of them, I am able to enjoy watching my grandchildren grow up in a free […]
Jun 2, 2020
The Bull and His Horns
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Remembering happy times past is wonderful, isn’t it? So is reading. Sometimes when events swirling around me get to be too much, I like to take a trip back a hundred years or so to Etta Bend, the way it was as a prosperous farming community when my mother was a little girl. I like […]
