He moves on four white, silent feet along my neighbor’s sidewalk, this quiet, watchful newcomer. He sits on the porch a while, thinking about things. Where did he come from? Where is he going? Is he just out for a morning stroll or is he on a mission? Cats are secret, mysterious creatures. They keep their […]
Feb 20, 2017
The Sound of Rain and Coffee
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Rain is a possibility today; coffee is a certainty. However, the two go together like a hat and gloves, like Abbott and Costello, like friends and a cozy fireside. What could be better than a rainy day, a small blaze in the fireplace, and a chat with friends? My coffee maker I’d had for a few […]
Oct 12, 2016
Prayer, Coffee, and Crises
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Flora Tucker believes that prayer and coffee can fix just about anything. So do I; only, I could leave off the coffee and know that prayer is the answer to any crisis. I’ve read a couple of news stories about Tim Tebow praying for two of his fans, at different times, who had fallen ill […]
Sep 26, 2016
Jethro’s July Journal
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Darcy and Flora don’t know this about me: even though I’m a cat, I don’t think of myself as such. I am a member of the Campbell/Tucker family and watching over them is my life’s objective. There’re a couple more things they haven’t yet surmised: I like cheese and I keep a hidden journal. The […]
Sep 10, 2016
A Rumble Through the Heavens
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The leaves, grass, sidewalk are all washed clean this morning. Everything is very, very still, except for a rumble of thunder in the heavens. Fall is inching its way in and crowding out summer. My new neighbors, just across the street, are energetic, friendly young people. They love to bicycle. Just now, they’ve wheeled their […]
Aug 15, 2016
Coffee with Friends
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Good morning. I like to begin the day with you. So, pour a cup of coffee and join me. Those in NWArkansas and NEOklahoma, be forewarned: the Balsam Fir weather wand is pointing downward. That means rain! I’ll bet the Four O’Clocks along my back fence have opened because it’s as dark as early evening. […]
