A nice, gentle rain has been falling for hours. It’s hard to get up and get going when the morning is dark, thunder rumbles in the distance and raindrops are pattering a lullaby. Last night, Nemo, my camera and I prowled my back yard just before sunset. It was a study in light and dark. It is not […]
Jul 1, 2016
The Month of Mighty Caesar
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Happy July 1 everyone! Summer is in full swing; the birth month of the Roman emperor Julius Caesar is here. July also contains the birthday of our country, birthdays of two of my brothers and two nephews and a beloved horse, Chappo. July abounds with customs and old sayings. Here’s one: If the first of […]
Jun 29, 2016
A Standing Up Girdle and Sitting Down Shoes
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It’s a fact that many young women today have had no experience with girdles. Slips, half-slips, pantyhose are relegated to the archaic and looked on as artifacts of a by-gone age, an age where convention usually prevailed and comfort took a back seat. Time was when we got dressed up to go downtown. Can you […]
Jun 26, 2016
Feet Beneath the Surface
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When I look at a completed book, beautiful and inviting with its shiny cover, whether it’s mine or someone else’s, I think how effortless it looks, like someone just wrinkled her nose and presto! There was the finished product. The only people who know better are the author, publisher, and editor. Take, for example, the […]
Jun 25, 2016
Today is the Birthday
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This is the birthday of someone very near, dear, and special to me. An old birthday song keeps playing in my head, “Today is the birthday, I wonder of whom; I know it’s for someone who’s right in this room. So, look all around you for somebody who is smiling and happy–my goodness! It’s you.” […]
Jun 24, 2016
Storms, Visible and Invisible
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My policeman neighbor drives down the street, on his way to work this morning. Another neighbor, farther up the hill, drives past my window. What do they think about, these friends, these people who briefly appear in my field of vision? Do they face internal storms? Are they worried or excited or happy or sad? […]
