Last night I watched an episode of Murder, She Wrote. It was a re-run. This series aired from 1984 to 1996. Murder, She Wrote was one of those few TV shows that I waited eagerly from week to week to see. Angela Lansbury as Jessica Fletcher carried the show, a protagonist who, without fail, solved a […]
Aug 18, 2013
Beginnings
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Each morning I awake with the dawn (before the dawn actually), greeting the morning before the rooster crows (the only rooster I hear nowadays is on TV) and begin the day filled with hope in my heart, with goals to reach and things to do! At night, I like to look back at what I’ve […]
Aug 17, 2013
The Postman and His Pennies
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My children look askance when I tell them I can remember when postage stamps were three cents each. But I can also remember when bread was 25 cents a loaf and regular gas was 27 cents a gallon. Ethyl, I believe, was 29 cents. When Lola and Carole and I piled into my Dad’s ’57 Chevrolet […]
Aug 16, 2013
They Never Saw the Light of Day
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I have dreams of being organized and disciplined in my writing with everything neatly catalogued and filed away under proper headings. But oh, dear me! I’ve got notebooks crammed with copies of poems or stories sold, sample copies of magazines in which said stories or poems appeared, notebooks filled with my writings which editors bought […]
Aug 15, 2013
Critiquing Critters
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“We are sometimes like scientists discovering new ideas, doctors discussing alternative ways for treatment, critics with a gentle tongue and avid readers of all things written…but most of all…friends! and believe me, we know how to keep secrets!” This is what Jane said after our critique back on July 17. I’m pretty sure she still […]
Aug 14, 2013
Small Comforts
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How many of us have those small habits or routines that give us a sense of stability? I can hear echoes from the past when people would say about someone else, “she’s getting old and set in her ways.” Oh, heaven forbid! My stars and garters! Is that me? And then I leap to […]
