When the Chat Becomes Deadly

When the Chat Becomes Deadly

  Will we have rain and thunder and lightning again today? If we do, I doubt that it will hold a candle to the day a couple of years ago when the Cozy Critters met in spite of threatening weather. Anyone listening in would be alarmed, but there was nothing to fear. These ladies were […]

Rain and Remembering

Rain and Remembering

  What is there about rain that prompts remembering? Is it the closed in or closed off feeling from the rest of the world? Is it a childhood memory of being read to or tucking up in bed with a favorite Nancy Drew mystery while rain slid down the window and tapped on the roof? […]

No Zip, No Dash, No Crackle, No Electricity

No Zip, No Dash, No Crackle, No Electricity

  The electricity was off when I woke up. Oh, my goodness! What a difference. Everything was still and dark. No friendly lights blinking on this or that appliance. No internet. No coffee!! So, I thought I’d just run over to McDonald’s for a cup of their savory brew. Running might have worked, but my […]

Coffee, Three Women, a Cow, and a Pig

Coffee, Three Women, a Cow, and a Pig

Chewing her cud, Edith would answer, “No, that can’t be! I’m one of the finest milk cows you’ll ever hope to see. But, it doesn’t matter, Winnie, whether we are bovine or swine. If we ‘hang together as friends’, we’ll always be fine.”   Those lines are a part of the poem, Edith and Winnie, […]

Meeting Old Friends in the Rain

Meeting Old Friends in the Rain

Rain falls this morning, pattering on the deck, washing the leaves until they glisten. I love the sound of rain! And the smell of rain!  Yesterday, I was on a hunt. A story I had written many years ago was missing! It still is. Because, as I searched, I unearthed many stories, poems, pictures I […]

School of a Hundred Years Ago

School of a Hundred Years Ago

  School is starting in many places. It seems terribly early and terribly hot to begin school, in my opinion. When I was a child, we never started our fall term until after Labor Day. But when my mother was a youngster, school terms were more different still. The following excerpt is from The Heritage of […]