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 […]
Oct 5, 2020
Changing Times
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I have an 1888 Noah Webster blue-backed spelling book. It’s fascinating to look through at the illustrations, words, and stories. Times have changed greatly and so have teaching methods, even the words we use. The book has some fables and other short stories. This is one of them: Of the Boy That Stole Apples An […]
Sep 28, 2020
Hope and Tomorrow
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When night closes in, what would we do without the hope of tomorrow? As the sun slides westward, another day with its troubles and puzzles comes to a close, but tomorrow will be a brand new day. Perhaps problems will be solved or on the way to being solved–tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow the homeless man asking […]
Sep 25, 2020
Is That All?
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I thought you might enjoy this from six years ago. Yesterday was a day of unfolding stories and learning how some stories ended. I saw and talked with three friends from completely different backgrounds and different walks in life. I don’t see them often; in fact, I haven’t seen a couple of them in years. I caught up […]
Sep 24, 2020
Fall Feelings
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Summer’s Afterglow The melody of autumn is played on muted strings, A symphony of wind and trees, the song September sings. The rhythm of the autumn rain is somnolent and slow; From softened skies, a lullaby in summer’s afterglow. –Blanche Day Manos September is that, isn’t it…summer’s afterglow? Each spring, leaves, flowers, grass are bursting […]
Sep 23, 2020
What’s in the Whisper?
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A cornfield at the end of summer with the wind moving through–a hundred whispers of dry, rustling stalks speaking to each other. They’ve felt the warmth of sun, held the golden, full ears of yellow corn, as they stood with tasseled heads erect, their roots deep in damp earth. They’ve known the farmer and his […]
