I drove by a small grove of trees the other day and memories filled my mind of other days and other wintertime woods–times when the trees rose, gray and bare to a cloudy sky, just like this day. Brown, crisp leaves of autumn lay in heaps at their feet. The wind that stirred the leaves […]
Oct 11, 2019
Under a Misty Moon
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Why had I listened to Daisy Stanton? “You don’t have to take this assignment, Ned,” she had said when we met for coffee at Grandy’s last week. “I do need the pictures and you are such a great photographer. But, I may be able to find time to run out there in a few days.” […]
Oct 7, 2019
The Old Umbrella Oak
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A large oak stands in front of the house that belonged to my parents. It is so tall and its limbs spread so wide that anyone standing under it during a rain is sheltered, as if by a giant umbrella. The tree is old and has seen many changes. A busy street a few […]
Sep 29, 2019
Wet Your Whistle
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“Sit down and wet your whistle.” What? What does that mean? A dry mouth and lips don’t whistle very well, so, this was a welcoming invitation, to come in, sit down, and have something to drink. I grew up hearing whistling. Dad didn’t whistle as much as Mom did. Dad sang a lot, but when […]
Sep 22, 2019
The Cloak of Invisibility
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This is a re-run of a popular post. It’s for those of us who sometimes feel as if we’re wearing a Cloak of Invisibility. Maybe it’s the white hair that puts up that Invisibility Shield; maybe it’s the wrinkles; I’m not sure what triggers this phenomenon. For example, in a room full of younger people, the […]
Sep 21, 2019
Who Is That Stranger I See?
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I write mysteries, but the greatest mystery of all is the identity of the old woman who inhabits every mirror of my house! Every one. I can’t look in any mirror and see the real me–vibrant, young, happy, not a gray hair on my head. No! This stranger has taken over. So, who is she, […]
