With Pen in Hand

With Pen in Hand

What would life be if I weren’t able to write about it? So many things to see and think about, so many conflicting emotions in one day’s time, lots of beauty, comments from others, questions about why people or things are as they are–I’d probably be like a boiling pot–I’d spill right over the edge, […]

Therapeutic Snipping

Therapeutic Snipping

My back yard looks a whole lot neater. Yesterday, I wheeled my trusty wheelbarrow into position, took the snippers and started clipping and picking up and stacking. Dead wood, odd bits of tree limbs, a rose trellis that had seen better days, it all went into the wheelbarrow. Now, to get it to the curb […]

Murder By Moonlight, Chapter 17

Murder By Moonlight, Chapter 17

An excerpt from Murder By Moonlight: The nameplate on her desk informed me that she was Miss Simms, secretary of Ednalee high school. My family had moved to Atlanta before I reached high school age, but my guess was that Miss Simms may have been at this post for many years. Silver haired and thin […]

On the Trail

On the Trail

“Our last night in Amarillo,” I said and sighed. We three women huddled under warm afghans tucked around us in Sophie’s wicker rockers on her front porch. The starry sky seemed almost close enough to touch. The lonely cry of a coyote rose and fell on the wind. A Crossfire Roadster wheeled into Sophie’s driveway […]

Dry Thunderstorm

Dry Thunderstorm

Last night, we had another dry thunderstorm–the second one this month. According to what I’ve read, these are common in western states during late spring and early summer, but, for goodness sake! Arkansas is not west. I’d just as soon not have them. Caused by excessive heat and dry air, they present a lot of […]

Time and An Old Man

Time and An Old Man

  Come with me this morning on a journey–not so far in miles, but a great distance in time and quite a giant leap in imagination. We’re going to struggle through years of wild undergrowth–bushes, weeds, grape vines, wild rose bushes, blackberry briars, giant oaks, and we’ll stop at the remains of a small, wood […]