The warm, wonderful feeling yesterday afternoon wasn’t due completely to the fireplace, although it was snapping and blazing, or the hot, aromatic coffee or even the gingersnaps. No, that cozy feeling was because three good friends were gathered around the hundred-year old table, laughing, talking, and sharing thoughts on reading, writing, and more. Much more. […]
Oct 12, 2017
Sentiment, Sincerity, and Sidekicks
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We missed sidekicks Carolyn and Nancy yesterday but Jane, Peg, and I held down the fort. The fireplace warmed the house, the homemade blueberry muffins were tasty and the coffee was hot. Two hours flew by as we talked of books, why we did or didn’t like a certain one, poems and the importance of […]
Sep 27, 2017
And Then There’s That Cotton-Pickin’ Internet
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Isn’t it funny how we depend so much on the internet? Believe it or not, when I was growing up, I had never heard of the internet or home computers or email and I did just fine. But now? Well, now, I’ve gotten used to it. So, tonight, Wednesday, September 27, my internet connection is […]
Sep 15, 2017
When the Sun Shines, It Shines for Everyone
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The title of this blog is a quote by Ziggy Marley. This was one of the contributions Carolyn brought to Wednesday’s meeting. She also brought a lot of other things, as you will see. Long before the Cozy Critters arrived, the table was set, candle lit, coffee made, candy in little serving dishes. All was […]
Aug 9, 2017
When History Is a Part of the Mystery
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“What is that roar?” Nemo asked, ears perked up, tail at half-mast. “It’s just the FedEx truck,” I told him. “Maybe they’ve brought good news!” Ever alert and watchful, Nemo grumbled as I opened the door and took the box the polite FedEx man handed me. Was it what I thought it was? Tearing into […]
Jun 15, 2017
Three’s Company and In No Way a Crowd
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Yesterday, the company around the 100-year old table consisted of three people. As it turned out, not only Carolyn but also Nancy had schedules that conflicted with critique time. Peg, Jane, and I held down the fort. Time flew by as we discussed books, writing, launching a book, and poems. Jane has written a poem […]
