It’s my own fault that I’m feeling muddled and fuzzy-minded this morning. It was my dream, you see, and the dream was because of the book I’m reading. I’m enjoying Emily Brightwell’s newest cozy, Mrs. Jeffries and the Alms of the Angel. I have the bad habit of waking up during the wee, small hours, […]
Sep 14, 2019
Darkness Before Dawn
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Do you ever wake in the darkness before dawn and lie in bed, just thinking? Those hours waiting for sunrise have been written about by many people. It’s in those moments that thoughts, both good and bad, come creeping. Things that we suppress during the day find this is a good time to keep us […]
Sep 10, 2019
I Can’t Do One Thing About It!
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Frustrating, isn’t it–those things you want so much to change, but you can’t. People’s attitudes, broken things, wrong ideas, hurtful happenings, injustices and heartbreaks. The world is full of them, so much so that it makes blood pressures rise and hearts ache. The most exasperating of all, though, is the fact that I can’t do […]
Jul 27, 2019
Giants and Other Obstacles
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“Got any rivers you think are uncrossable? Got any mountains you can’t tunnel through? God specializes in things thought impossible. He can do things others cannot do.” –Author Unknown That little chorus is running through my mind this morning. Many of us learned […]
Jul 14, 2019
Memories, the Good, the Bad, the Ugly
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Yesterday, I cleaned out a room in my house, throwing away things I’ve stuck back and have no use for. Why can’t we do that with our memories? Why can’t we just go through and discard what we don’t want and hang onto those that are priceless and dear? Why is that so very […]
Jun 26, 2019
Wandering Into Wednesday
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The coffee is hot. The honey bran muffins are just out of the oven. Sky is overcast, as if it may rain today. Will it? Weather is iffy. You can’t count on it, except you can count on it to be changeable. A couple of years ago, I bought a dilapidated Woman’s World, December 1918. […]
