Those summer memories of childhood! I remember running barefoot through tickly grass, walking through dusty places and feeling warm dust puff up between my toes, dancing quickly over rocks that were too hot for lingering. Summer was hot, but I didn’t mind. It was the way summer was supposed to be. Of course, if we had […]
Reflections
·Reflection is “a thought or writing about something, particularly in the past, or what one sees when looking into a body of water.” Reflections can be seen in eyes or heard in voices. A writer is both a reflector and a sponge. She soaks up a lot of images, words, outlooks, memories, and sifts through […]

Blessed Be
·For Writers: Blessed be the tongues of writers, never running out of a wellspring of words. Blessed be our thoughts, that they be open to inspiration and divine guidance and also our fingers, to translate those thoughts into words. Blessed be our computers–may they never fail us, may bad reviews never assail us; blessed be […]

Chapter Eight–The Key
·I set the boxes on the dining table and got the kitchen scissors from the drawer. Sitting down next to Chris, I proceeded to open the first box. Inside lay a small bundle wrapped in purple velvet and tied with a faded ribbon. I carefully unrolled it. “It’s a ring,” Chris said, as I held […]

Chapter Six–The Key
·Jeanette, the attendant behind the desk at Aunt Kezzie’s nursing home, smiled at Chris and me. “Miss Val! How are you? I miss seeing you, you were such a regular visitor to Miss Kezzie. I miss her too.” I introduced Chris and told Jeanette we were wondering if Aunt Kezzie talked to her much, perhaps […]

Chapter Four, The Key
·I couldn’t believe the purse was gone. I looked under the table and all around the dining room. Had I forgotten that I put it away some place? A frantic search of my house led me to only one conclusion–my cousins had taken it. But, why? Goosebumps ran up my arms and my hands felt […]