“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent” Victor Hugo. Music is a universal language, joining people of all nationalities who cannot speak or understand any language but their own. Music, we all understand and respond to. As the seven junior and high school choirs presented their annual […]
Mar 23, 2023
I Heard a Little Voice
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I talk to the characters in my books. They have personalities and minds of their own. Sometimes, it’s a struggle to decide which would fit best in the story I’m writing–my thoughts or my character’s. Usually, my character is right. Me: Ned, I don’t believe you would go off hunting for an Indian message tree […]
May 6, 2022
The River’s Voice
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The river speaks with an angry voice this morning. It roars; it thunders. Covering highways, houses, fields, and trees, it crashes through the countryside, ruthless and unstoppable. We mere humans must get out of its way or perish. Most days, the river murmurs, a gentle stream, watering animals and crops. On most days, people enjoy […]
Apr 28, 2022
The Shadow of a Frown
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Can you frown with your voice? Perhaps in a conversation with someone, you could feel it–that accusing frown. Some conversations are just unsettling, aren’t they? No arguing but just a feeling, a tone, and you know without being told that somehow you have come up lacking. It’s not a good feeling. It isn’t always what […]
May 7, 2021
The Sound of Hope
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Last night, I attended my grandson’s spring chorus concert at his school’s new performing arts center. What a tremendous thing. If anyone is uncertain or critical of the younger generation, I’d invite them to go to hear the voices of youngsters raised in song. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen more talent among teens than […]
Mar 31, 2020
Rain, a Hundred Years Ago
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On this rainy spring day, I’m thinking about long ago Etta and my Latty family. It would be dark on the farm at this hour, house lit only by kerosene lamps, no outdoor lights at all. Pappy would take a lantern as he walked through the rain, across the road to the barn to […]
