Do you ever have days when the blues sit on your shoulder and plague every step, days when you think, “Poor me” or “If only”? I suppose those gray days come to all of us. Like a swarm of vicious mosquitoes, when one negative thought attacks, they all come calling . Do you know what I […]
Aug 24, 2013
Lurking in the Shadows
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Dust off that dialogue! Exercise those verbs. Pull up a perplexing plot. And if a needed word doesn’t exist, create it! The path through the woods is broad, well-traveled, well lighted with no twists and turns. You know where the road began and you’ve got a pretty good idea of where it ends. If, however, […]
Aug 23, 2013
Darkness Before the Dawn
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Such a quiet, peaceful morning. The moon casts house and tree shadows along my street. I’ll venture to say that of all the people on this short street, I am the only one awake at this hour. Maybe not. I certainly don’t know if some of my neighbors find sleep elusive for one reason or […]
Aug 22, 2013
What Middle Ground?
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Looking back at yesterday’s posting about my dad, I notice I used absolutes a lot: always, never. He was that kind of person. He knew his mind, knew right from wrong and wasn’t into compromise. I did not have to guess about where Dad stood. As I listen and look at the world I live […]
Aug 21, 2013
My Dad
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His hat hangs on a peg in my hallway. It’s not the Stetson he wore on special occasions. This one has sweat marks, and a small spot of oil. It’s the one he wore every day as he mowed lawns, drove to the sale barn, or any time he went out the door. He never […]
Aug 20, 2013
Best Left to the Imagination
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Have you ever watched a TV show or a news program or a commercial and wondered why nothing is left to the imagination any more? I’m one who believes that many things are best left that way–to the imagination, I mean. And, since I believe it, that’s the way I write. Darcy is good at […]
