The morning walker just strode up the hill, wearing a padded jacket and snug cap, for added warmth. Summer and winter, she’s faithful. Added warmth–that’s what we need, isn’t it, especially when winter’s chill comes around. A blaze in the fireplace, a warming cup of coffee or tea, a cozy chat with friends. Maybe it’s […]
Nov 14, 2019
The Secret Under the Bonsai Tree
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Penny is usually a docile cat, easy to get along with, loves to nap, but occasionally, something, maybe just the joy of life or the dormant genes of her wild ancestors emerges to overcome any inhibitions. She runs. No, not just runs–she tears out. She jumps and climbs, streaking through the house like her sanity […]
Nov 13, 2019
Ahem, Mrs. President…
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Just so we understand this is all tongue-in-cheek and completely imaginary, don’t bother with write-in votes. Reporter: So today, Mrs. Manos, you are announcing you are a candidate for Office of the President of the United States? (snicker) If you’ll pardon me, what makes you think you are qualified? Me: (nervously pleating the hem of […]
Nov 12, 2019
In Anybody’s Book
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In anybody’s book, thirteen degrees is cold! That was the temperature in my little corner of Arkansas this morning. You see, it’s like this: yesterday morning started out with ordinary fall temperatures, but instead of the day getting warmer, it got progressively colder and colder. Then, to put the icing on the cake, a light […]
Nov 11, 2019
The Valor of Veterans
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The Valor of Veterans Down through the mists of time they come, marching to a distant drum. Soldiers, sailors, airmen, all, who stood to answer their country’s call. From the Revolutionary War days, through the War of 1812, The Civil War, World War I and World War II, Korea, Viet Nam, Afghanistan and Iraq, brave men […]
Nov 9, 2019
Flora Tucker’s Vibrating Philosophy
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I stopped just inside the kitchen door and stared at Flora Tucker. She was shaking, head to toe, sort of like Murphy, Pat’s old hound dog did when he got wet and wanted to get dry. “Mom!” I yelled. “What are you doing? What’s wrong?” She sat down at the kitchen table and patted the chair […]
