Rain fell softly on leaves beginning to turn orange and gold. The day reminded me of a line from an old poem, “I like the fall, the mist and all.” It was the perfect day for a Cozy Critique. Seven of us sat around Mom’s hundred-year old table, drinking tea or coffee, munching on fudge […]
Sep 27, 2013
Critique, Coffee, and Chums
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“Chums” is an old-fashioned word I don’t hear much any more. I’ve heard my mom talk about her school chums. Anyway, it means “friends” and Wednesday at 1:00, six of us chums were sitting around the dining table amid much laughter and talking. This is a neat group, serious about offering helpful suggestions but always […]
Sep 23, 2013
Monday Morning Meanderings
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This morning my thoughts are like the leaves that are beginning to fall here and there in my yard: one thought here, two or three over there, and when a wind blows through, scattering them in all different directions. It is dark this morning, of course, because I’ve gotten up before the sun yet again […]
Jun 12, 2013
Weaving Words Together
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Today some friends will come over to visit, munch on cookies, drink tea and coffee and listen thoughtfully to words woven together to create what we hope is a pleasing pattern. Jane writes fiction for children and also poetry. Nancy writes inspirational stories based on experience, and I am the one of the mysterious mind. […]
