When four friends meet on a fall day, bringing with them their outlooks on life, the books they’ve read, and the paintings they’ve painted, plus a few original writings, well, what could be better? The coffee and sugar cookies helped, of course, but conversation carried the day. Jane, Carolyn, and Peg came through the door, […]
Mar 8, 2018
At the Table We Sat, We Three, Brimming with Acuity
By · Leave a Comment
Opening Day of Duck Season, a poem by John Philpot, started our critique off with a bang. Jane has known Mr. Philpot for a number of years as he came from her home town of Mena, Arkansas. His rhymed verse that Jane read kept Peg and me in stitches. He is a television personality and […]
Jun 15, 2017
Three’s Company and In No Way a Crowd
By · Leave a Comment
Yesterday, the company around the 100-year old table consisted of three people. As it turned out, not only Carolyn but also Nancy had schedules that conflicted with critique time. Peg, Jane, and I held down the fort. Time flew by as we discussed books, writing, launching a book, and poems. Jane has written a poem […]
May 25, 2017
Listening to the Tick Tock of the Clock
By · Leave a Comment
Sorry; we have to go to the doc. I’d be there if it weren’t for the clock. […]
May 12, 2016
Critter Time!
By · 2 Comments
This morning, rain drums against the deck, lightning flashes through the darkness and thunder grumbles. But inside? Ah, the Folger’s Coffee is hot, Nemo is snoozing, and I’m itching to tell you about yesterday’s Critter Time. As we critiquers gathered, my house livened up considerably. With hugs and hellos, we headed for the coffee pot or […]
Mar 13, 2013
Old Barns
By · Leave a Comment
A post from a few years ago. I liked old barns then; I like old barns now. My Grandfather’s Barn My grandfather’s barn leans to the south. The weathered old boards are gray. The tin roof is rusted and dented and busted; The wind blew the doors away. But once that barn, filled with freshly-mown […]
