October and Fall The Spider and the Fly “Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly, ‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I’ve a many curious things to show when you are there.” “Oh no, no,” […]
Dec 8, 2018
Waiting for Old Man Winter
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Here I sit–waiting. And looking out of my window on the world. Everything is about the same color–gray. It isn’t, really, I guess–the leaves are brown, neighbor’s house is red brick and his car is black but, if you’ll forgive my saying so, everything looks blah and gray. Is the weatherman right or will he […]
Mar 28, 2018
An Ancient and Trusted Book of Information
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I have a shabby old address book but it is a real treasure. It has reason to look as tattered as it does. It is well on its way to being an antique. And, like any antique, the value is enhanced by, as they say, the provenance. This book’s provenance has more to do with […]
Dec 22, 2017
Friends and Cherished Memories
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What would Christmas be without friends? Old friends dropping in, new friends recently made, memories of friends gone by. Some of my oldest friends stay hidden deep within the recesses of boxes all year but come out once again, every Christmas. Amazingly, they didn’t always look as they do now. But, we all change with […]
Sep 14, 2016
What a Writer Does When She’s Not Writing
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Yesterday, I finished the final edit of Grave Heritage and sent it to my publisher. Funny thing, toward the last of the book, when Darcy and Flora are running from a killer and a flooded creek is between them and safety, I forgot that I was supposed to be checking for typos. Realizing I was […]
Jul 27, 2014
Arkansas Loon Flies to Minnesota
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A story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. So does a gourd. A gourd starts with a seed, just as a story starts with the germ of an idea. The similarity between a gourd and a story is interesting. Among my stash of gourds, I searched until I found one whose bottom part resembled […]
