Are there times when you long for the warmth of a friendly home, the sincerity of a smile, the familiarity of people and a certain place, the knowledge that you are welcome? Do you ever turn to a well-loved book to recapture that comfort? I do. I go to Mary Roberts Rinehart. How many times […]
Nov 18, 2021
The Earth Shook
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Our planet did some shaking last night that was pretty near to home. This one was in Missouri, felt over in Arkansas. Thousands report feeling 4.0 earthquake near Williamsville, Mo. Another was in Wagoner, Oklahoma, Quake info: Moderate mag. 4.0 earthquake Since they were 4.0 and happened on the same night, is there a […]
Nov 17, 2021
A Carpet of Gold
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A carpet of gold stretches across my front lawn and the maple has lost its glory. The last few days, the wind has done its part in whisking leaves from trees and spreading them on the ground. The white mulberry hangs onto its leaves and they are mostly still green. It is a different sort […]
Nov 12, 2021
The Monster in the Little Black Box
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An ongoing mystery: why does Nemo sit beside me when I’m at the computer, looking up at me hopefully, breathing his hot, aromatic breath on me, and staring at the black back-up box on the floor. He doesn’t want me sitting here. He dislikes this computer or the back-up box and I don’t know why. […]
Nov 11, 2021
Remembering
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My mother recalled the day well. On the eleventh day of the eleventh month at eleven o’clock, in 1918, Germany signed an armistice agreement with the Allies and the Great War ended. Millions of people had died but now, the world could begin to recover and, perhaps life could at last return to normal. […]
Nov 9, 2021
The Whispers of Autumn
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A cornfield in the fall under a full moon–a hundred murmurs of dry, rustling stalks speaking to each other. They’ve felt the warmth of sun and held the golden, full ears of yellow corn, standing with tasseled heads erect, their roots deep in damp earth. They’ve known the farmer and his boy moving among them. […]
