We’ve all heard, “Growing old is not for sissies.” Let me enlarge on that: “Writing is not for sissies.” Or, just about anything we want with our whole heart and have to work hard to get is not for the faint-hearted. We must have an inner core of firm resolve. Sort of like the avocado. […]
Dec 3, 2017
Sunday Coffee with Blanche
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My friend Carol sent an email this morning. On the subject line, she had written, Sunday Coffee with Blanche. It would be nice if she and I could sit down for coffee this morning–it would be nice if you and I could too. So, let’s pretend. This morning as I was checking through the news […]
Dec 2, 2017
Determination, Your Name Is Squirrel
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A small, bushy-tailed animal, a few years ago, made a big impression on me. If anyone had determination, he did. As I looked out my front room window, I saw a small squirrel, probably young and inexperienced, pulling a stick across the yard. This wasn’t just any stick, it was a big stick. It was at least […]
Nov 30, 2017
A Cross Patch Day Made Right
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What do you get when you cross a cloudy, damp, chilly day with three lively ladies, coffee, and snickerdoodles? Well, you get a cozy critique, of course. The rain had stopped by time for the critique but I doubt rain, sleet, or snow would have stopped Peg and Jane from trudging through the November day. […]
Nov 29, 2017
What Was That Strange Noise?
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Something banged outside. What? It sounded like a heavy truck with loose metal objects rattling and bumping up the hill. Again, a loud crash. Thunder! It had been so long since I’d heard it, I failed, at first, to recognize it. And rain! Thank the Lord. It may not last long, but every drop is […]
Nov 28, 2017
Out of the Shadows Into the Light
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It’s strange–the things which have no physical substance but which affect our lives. No one would doubt that shadows exist. When the sun shines on an object, that object casts a shadow. We can’t pick up the shadow or smell it or hear it, yet it is there. When I was a very small girl, […]
