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, […]
May 20, 2017
An Angry Sky Over Our Heads
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My brother, niece, and I spent the weekend at our parents’ and grandparents’ home in Oklahoma. My brother, whose home was now Minnesota, longed to hear a good old Oklahoma thunderstorm and be lulled to sleep by the patter of raindrops on the roof. Since rain was in the forecast, I told him this was entirely […]
May 18, 2017
Thursday Rambles Over a Cup of Coffee
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Pour a cup of coffee, sit down with me this morning, and let’s ramble through some of the deeper points of life. Don’t you love it when you hear someone wax philosophical? I do. I like to follow their line of thinking. Sometimes it’s quite comforting to hear an honest assessment of life which boils […]
May 17, 2017
That Warm and Welcome Feeling of Friendship
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People generally feel a need to belong to a group, to experience friendship. Who doesn’t like a warm welcome when we visit in a home? And, the more we visit, the more at ease we feel and the more we look forward to our next visit. It seems to me that’s why so many of […]
May 16, 2017
The Strange Case of the Runaway, Wayward Dog
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My dog had a wayward moment a couple of days ago. I’ll never know what made him do it. I asked him, once he had returned to the warm environs of his home, whatever had gotten into his furry head and addled his otherwise healthy brain. He simply looked at me, grinned, rolled his brown […]
May 15, 2017
Darcy, Flora, Ned, and Me
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We’ve been together for a good while–Darcy Campbell and Flora Tucker and me. Ned McNeil I’ve known not as long but she has become a good friend too. All three women exist only in my imagination and in the pages of books but, in a way, they are real. Maybe they are real to you too. […]
