Writing is rather like baking. I take a bunch of words, mix them together, bake them in the oven of my mind (heh) and they turn into a finished product called a book. Sometimes writing is a soothing, relaxing activity. Sometimes it is frustrating beyond measure when I can’t find that elusive ingredient called “just […]
Jun 28, 2013
Devil’s Shoestring?
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Oh, no! Not on my back yard fence. This term must have been applied to the gorgeous orange plant by someone who hadn’t had his coffee one morning. Actually, I guess if the truth were known, it can be invasive, aggressive even. But it is also beautiful and I count myself blessed to have it […]
Jun 27, 2013
The Benefits of Worry
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I have a tendency to worry too much. Now, worrying has never done me a bit of good but as my son said, if I didn’t have anything to worry about, I’d think of something. So really, the title of this post is misleading. There are no benefits of worrying. Or have I missed something? […]
Jun 26, 2013
Formula for Success
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“My tongue is the pen of a ready writer” (Psalm 45:1). Writing–the thing I love best, not to be compared with the people I love best, much more than writing, but it is the occupation, the activity, the fire that burns within. So my pen is certainly ready and so are the words for my […]
Jun 25, 2013
In the Good Old Summertime
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The picture is a reminder of the first week of May and the first-ever snow (for Arkansas) on that date. When summer sizzles like it did yesterday and probably will today, I go back and look at those snow pictures. But if looking at a picture of snow in May doesn’t cool me off, I […]
Jun 24, 2013
Full Moon, Dark Shadows
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In the pre-dawn sky, a huge lantern shines down on earth, making my street an eerie place of silver-edged trees and houses casting long, dark shadows. Along that street, on silent feet, a small, dark cat shape slips on some nefarious nighttime business. Somewhere far away, a dog barks. Robins and doves haven’t awakened yet. […]
