As you know, I love to write. If papers were dollars, I’d be a wealthy woman because of all the notebooks and other written material in my house. Several years ago, I began keeping a book for Sara and Nathan. It’s sort of like a journal only it’s all about Sara and Nathan, the things […]
Aug 5, 2018
An Owl in the Neighborhood
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Neighborhood Owl “There’s an owl in the neighborhood. I heard him late last night When the wind was wild and restless and the moon was round and white. I hurried to my window but nothing I could see Showed anyone in all the town had wakened–only me. Owls live in the forest where trees are […]
Jan 25, 2018
A Caring Group Enriches Writing and Life
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Our hearts go out to a member of our group of critiquers, Carolyn, on the death of her husband. Carolyn, our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. Although our group was small yesterday, Peg and Jane and I got a lot done, critiquely speaking. I was reminded once again of how essential […]
Nov 14, 2017
The God of Starting Over AGain
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When I was a little girl, lo! and these many years ago, I wrote stories. I started young. My stories probably resembled soap operas. They would go on and on, the plot would become so involved, that I had no idea how I was going to get the characters out of their muddle, so, I […]
Jul 14, 2017
A Day Gone By
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Yesterday was a typical Arkansas summer day–hot, with bumble bees in the flowers, birds at the bird bath. The house with its refrigerated air got to be a little much, so I went to the deck to soak up the sun, look at the blue sky above me, and breathe some fresh air. Nemo went […]
