Morning is here–another newly minted day, as bright and untarnished as a new penny. Night has gathered its dark robes around it and moved off, giving place to the rising sun. Hope stirs with the breeze that moves the leaves. Troubles that seemed insurmountable with darkness sink, defeated, before the glow of hope. As long […]
Jun 27, 2017
Tuesday Morning Coming Down
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The porch swing was a good place to sit this morning. A bit chilly, but nice. Sunlight poked golden fingers through the tangled leaves of the trees. In the distance, a dove called. The robins were silent, too busy to do much chirping. The squirrels, never too busy for a wild romp, chased each other […]
Apr 27, 2017
Dancing Through the Showers
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Have you every tried running through the raindrops and dancing through the showers? Figuratively speaking, that’s what we Cozy Critters did yesterday. Determined not to let the wet and stormy weather get us down, we sat with coffee cups at hand around the hundred year-old table and shared about books, writing, life’s challenges, and our views […]
Apr 15, 2017
Does It Have to End Here?
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Does the Story Have to End? The following is by a guest blogger, my sister-in-law Linda Day. This was published a few years ago, but it’s always fresh and new. Haven’t we all felt this way? Reading wasn’t always an enjoyable pastime. Being a tomboy and growing up in a rural area, more interesting adventures […]
Mar 18, 2016
A Patchwork Spring Day
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My thoughts this morning are a patchwork of this and that, a meandering trip through unrelated things. Hopefully coherent but probably not cohesive. Speaking of related–it was a pleasure yesterday to get a request from a dear niece for information on ancestors. It’s great when younger people want to know about previous generations, those who […]
Mar 15, 2015
Camouflage
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We all looked pretty normal, those of us at the NWA Writers’ Workshop in Fayetteville yesterday. Just glancing at us, nobody would suspect that we wore camouflage, that behind the friendly smiles lurked other people–the creators of other worlds, excitement, danger and daring deeds. On second thought, we would have been suspect because after all, that’s what writers do. Fog […]
