The deck railing looked white under the porch light. What? Snow? Yes, snow. As far as I know, none was in the forecast, but we did get a dusting. Just a small scattering of white as winter flung its careless hand, but it was a nice surprise. Do you like to start the day with […]
Jan 12, 2019
Dismality and Other Dreadful Drearies
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Outside my window, the day is gray. Not only is it gray, it’s gray and wet. There’s no beautiful, white snow to create a lovely etching. No flowers to brighten the day, just a lot of dismality. So, what to do? Well, I shut the drapes (Is this a sign that I bury my head […]
Jan 11, 2019
Day Brighteners
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The morning is dark; rain is dripping and the temperature is only in the 30s. Will we have snow in the rain? Only time will tell. However, the caramel-flavored coffee is hot and strong and Nemo is snoozing peacefully. It’s funny, the habits of some of the characters in my books. For example, Ned McNeil […]
Jan 9, 2019
A Letter From Nemo in the Hospital
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Nemo hasn’t mastered the art of writing and doesn’t have access to a computer, but if he could, he might write something like this, this morning: So, here I sit! It’s an ok room, I guess, but it isn’t home. Everybody is nice and gentle, but, as I said, It isn’t home! I had […]
Jan 8, 2019
Traveling Backward in Time
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January is a time for a new beginning–new year, new hopes and dreams. Or, do we polish off the old ones and keep them going, bright and shining? My younger brother and I were the only children left at home; the older siblings grew up, married, moved away, and it was just Richard, Mom and […]
Jan 7, 2019
Beginning the Week with Whimsy
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Let’s put reality on the shelf this morning and step into that wonderful world of make-believe where anything can happen, and often does. Ready? Let’s go. Let’s just suppose you are out for a morning walk, enjoying the sunlight sparkling on the snow, the breeze on your face which promises Nature is thinking about springtime. […]
