The noise jarred my eyes open. I gasped and sat up. The luminous dial on my bedside clock told me it was two in the morning. “Penny?” I muttered. “Did you knock something off a table?” But the little cat was not on the foot of my bed. As I listened, heart […]
Apr 10, 2019
Springtime in Arkansas
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The maple in my front yard has fresh green leaves–the tassels are still hanging on, but they’ll soon drop off, leaving those new leaves. The white mulberry is a little slower, but leaves are appearing on it too. My pin oak is yet in the tassel stage, usually being more hesitant, trying to make […]
Apr 8, 2019
A World-Wide Catastrophe
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At last, the Ark was finished, food for Noah’s family and the animals was stored in the Ark, and Noah, his wife, his sons Shem, Ham, Japheth and their wives went into the Ark. The Bible says, “and the Lord shut him in” (Genesis 7:16). Then, the rain began. Rain fell for forty days […]
Apr 6, 2019
Conversations with a Cat Called Twitch
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My family has a yellow and white cat, a rescue cat whose name is Twitch. Sad to say, Nemo and Twitch are not bosom buddies. In fact, they are definitely antagonistic. The one time they met, only an introductory meeting, mind you, was almost disastrous. Not to dwell on unpleasant subjects, but if you can […]
Apr 4, 2019
Something About That Mysterious Morning
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The day began in a strange and mysterious way. Before daylight, thunder and rain moved in. A dark, damp world greeted the morning. The house lay still and silent, listening, waiting, wondering. A distant train whistle rose and fell, a mournful, ghostly sound. Inside the house, someone stirred. The coffee pot clicked and purred. Soon, the fragrance of the early morning […]
Apr 3, 2019
Why or Why Not
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Life would be a lot simpler if not for that little word, why. As Paul Harvey was fond of saying, there’s always a story behind the story. There’s always a reason why things are as they are and that reason isn’t always what we think it is. That’s why writing is so much fun. […]
