My brothers, Thurman, Tracy, and Richard served in the Navy; my husband in the Army; my nephew Clint joined the Marines. They all came back home, all except Clint. We lost him to an awful place called Viet Nam. I think of Clint often and especially on Memorial Day. My country is made up of […]
Dec 7, 2019
A Battle Cry for Freedom
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“A day that will live in infamy,” President Roosevelt said. And, indeed, it has and will. A surprise attack by Japanese aircraft against the American Pacific Fleet at Pearl Harbor triggered the United States’ entrance into World War II. As I watch old film clips and read first-hand accounts, I can imagine the shock […]
Feb 18, 2019
Frosty Roofs, Warm Hearths
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The sun shines on white, frosty roofs this morning. No matter the color of the shingles, they all look the same–cold! But, under the frigid rooftops, inside the house, I hope there is warmth and love and comfort. Just in case we have forgotten, this is Presidents’ Day, but it isn’t the birthday of […]
Feb 16, 2019
Just Who Do You Think You Are?
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Do you ever feel like a tiny Who in Dr. Seuss’ beloved book, Horton Hears a Who? Don’t let anyone ever make you think that you’re unimportant. You have infinite worth and value. So, hold your head up, put on a determined grin and move forward with life. Whether you are on the west or […]
Sep 13, 2017
Do You Know Who You Are?
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Who is coming today? Why, the Cozy Critters! The coffee pot will be on, the hundred-year old table will be waiting. I look forward to hearing what Jane, Peg, Carolyn, and Nancy have been reading or writing or painting. They will definitely liven up this old house of mine. As I looked at past blog […]
Aug 19, 2017
A Storm to Clear the Air
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The air last night was oppressive, hot, humid. It was no fun to be outside. Then, from the north, the storm clouds came, closer and closer. A light rain began, then a shower. Lightning flashed. A huge crash of thunder sent Nemo running to me, looking wild-eyed. Wind battered trees and houses. But, it passed […]
