One spring day many years ago, a farmer decided to build a fine log barn. First, he gathered large stones. He chipped and fitted them together for a firm foundation. The farmer cut many trees, chopped off limbs, and smoothed the trunks. Notch and groove, groove and notch, the logs rose straight and true atop […]
Oct 15, 2021
A Staying Kind of Barn
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One spring day many years ago, a farmer decided to build a fine log barn. First, he gathered large stones. He chipped and fitted them together for a firm foundation. The farmer cut many trees, chopped off limbs, and smoothed the trunks. Notch and groove, groove and notch, the logs rose straight and true atop […]
Sep 15, 2021
Only the Wind and the Moonlight
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The rain stopped and I turned off my windshield wipers. About halfway to Myra’s home, I realized no one in the whole world knew where I was and that was not a good thing. I speed-dialed Cade but got no answer, only his voice mail. Leaving a message, I told him where I’d be. Hopefully, […]
Dec 22, 2020
Hatching a Plan
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Chapter 9 On the way out of the tunnel, Abigail was in front. Both women hurried as fast as they quietly could. When they reached the end of it and stepped out of the opening into daylight, Miss Georgia breathed a sigh of relief. Abigail pulled sideways on the panel and it slid shut. […]
Dec 19, 2020
Elmira the Lost
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Chapter 6 Miss Georgia’s sat up. She bounded from bed and looked wildly around her. She had been dreaming about someone knocking on her door back home. Abigail pounded on the door. “Georgia! Are you all right?” Memory of where she was came back. Grabbing her robe, she stepped into her slippers. […]
Feb 4, 2020
A Place Called Home
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Houses can be bought and sold, but homes cannot. Perhaps a home is no more than a few square feet of floor space but to someone, it may be home. Old houses, large houses, tiny houses and tumble-down houses have histories. As I pass them by, I wonder if love lived within their walls. […]
