“That’s where my heart is,” my friend told me softly, her blue eyes shining. She was talking about Little Rock. Her son lived there. I had the feeling that if her son lived in Timbuktu, her heart would have been there. Love! It’s the indescribable feeling that makes each day worthwhile and each dream worth […]
Jan 19, 2020
An Old Professor Back to Life
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Is the past really the past or does it reappear now and then? I saw one of my old college professors the other day, even though he has been dead a good number of years. Now, before you think I’ve gone completely round the bend, let me explain. Actually, I didn’t see him but […]
Jan 18, 2020
A Weird Little Rhyme
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Something weird is in the air. It’s in my nose and ears and hair. Last night, I read a lot of Poe, and now, I can’t talk right no mo’. The things I say come out in rhyme; not just once, but all the time. The sun is bright, bright as can be; the whole […]
Jan 17, 2020
Conditioning
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Conditioning. This morning, I woke up with that word going through my mind. Do you know why? I glanced at the news on my iPad. Bad decision! I wanted to know what the volcano in the Philippines was doing and if there were more earthquakes in the States. I found out. The volcano has slowed […]
Jan 14, 2020
Those Mean Old Hurt Feelings
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“And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free” John 8:32. And boy, what a freeing statement that is. All my life, I’ve struggled with getting my feelings hurt. And, many of the supposed hurts are just that–supposed. But whether the person who injured my exposed raw nerve ends meant to […]
Jan 13, 2020
Morning Has Broken
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The dawn slips in on silent feet. She glides through drowsy trees, stirring a leaf here and there. Something moves within the depths of a blue spruce. A bird, perhaps? Darkness is loathe to leave; clinging to corners and hollows. Finally, gathering shadows around herself like a cloak, night drifts away, yielding to the dawn […]
