I got up far too early this morning. Maybe I’m like my dad in that respect. He was a true believer in early to bed, early to rise. In fact, he went to bed with the chickens and thought everyone else should too. His stubborn children, as well as his wife, didn’t agree. Dad had […]
Sep 25, 2018
A Noise From Without
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Writing is wonderfully therapeutic. Sometimes, just writing with no particular plot in mind, letting your imagination roam, winds up with something unexpected–sort of like taking a paint brush in hand with an array of paints before you and letting your feelings flow out through the bristles of your brush. It’s, at times, unexpected, but […]
May 18, 2018
Sounds or Noises?
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This early in the morning, I sometimes hear far-off clangs and bangs, with a continuous underlying roar. The only explanation I can think of is the train downtown. It must be busy doing whatever trains do on those tracks, maybe hooking or unhooking cars? A softer but much more pleasant sound is my water fountain in the flower […]
May 21, 2017
A Noise in the Middle of the Night
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The noise jarred my eyes open. I gasped and sat up. The luminous dial on my bedside clock told me it was two in the morning. “Penny?” I muttered. “Did you knock something off a table?” But the little cat was not on the foot of my bed. As I listened, heart pounding, […]
