It’s awfully quiet in my little corner of the world this morning. Not even one breeze stirs the maple out front. Rain fell during the night and dark clouds promise there may be more rain. Nemo snoozes, the refrigerator clicks on, and even the birds are still. A light shines from my neighbor’s window […]
Aug 15, 2019
Troubles
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This morning as I look out of my window on the world, I see a quiet neighborhood, a sleepy, just-waking-up neighborhood with shadowy trees newly emerging from night, the dedicated walker striding up the hill, a few people driving to their jobs already, and I’m grateful for normalcy. If I looked beyond the obvious and […]
May 19, 2019
Tribal Customs Continue
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Routines are nice as long as they don’t become ruts. Routines are not the same as schedules. A schedule seems rather inflexible and fixed, but a routine is a pattern that gives meaning to a day. Routines are more like tribal customs. In the dim, dark ages that many people have never experienced, those days […]
Mar 11, 2019
The Mystery of a Small, Gray Cat
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This morning, a small gray cat is slipping quietly through my thoughts. I think of her often, D. C., the cat who was with us the longest. She was actually my son’s cat, but she and I understood each other. She could look at me and communicate that she would like a bite of […]
Dec 19, 2018
Lunching with a Lively Group
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Jane’s house looked beautiful, all decked out for Christmas. And, the friends who gathered there for her luncheon yesterday arrived in a jolly Christmas spirit. The food was great, conversation, lively. It was a perfect way to celebrate, lunching with a lively group of women. Peg and I arrived first, Anita came in after us, […]
Dec 17, 2018
A Christmas Gift for You
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For two days only, December 17 and 18, that’s today and tomorrow, Ned McNeil and I will be offering Moonlight Can Be Murder as a free eBook on Amazon. Just click on this link: Moonlight Can Be Murder, and download. A strange homecoming, old friends, a crackling fireplace, a Victorian house bedecked for Christmas, a lost […]
