The fog sinks lower this morning, quietly seeping through treetops and around the roofs of houses. We had rain last night, I’m happy to say, and I guess the fog must be the result of warm and cool air colliding. Nemo lies snoozing near the Christmas tree. It’s the start of a quiet, slow morning. […]
Dec 10, 2017
Last Year’s Stitches Are Holding Strong
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This is from last year’s Cozy Critique. It was so full of marvelous things, I thought a repeat performance was in order. As I selected the yarn, I thought of you. Friends are like colors in different hues. They bring forth a light, each in their own way, Making them the person that we love […]
Dec 8, 2017
Buz, the Hill Country Fox
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A few years ago, I wrote a children’s imaginary tale about a fox and how the birth of Christ changed him. I meant to illustrate the story and bind it into two small books: one for my grandchildren and one for the grandchildren of a dear friend. Somehow, even though I finished it, it was […]
Dec 4, 2017
An Inner Core of Firm Resolve or The Lesson From the Avocado
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We’ve all heard, “Growing old is not for sissies.” Let me enlarge on that: “Writing is not for sissies.” Or, just about anything we want with our whole heart and have to work hard to get is not for the faint-hearted. We must have an inner core of firm resolve. Sort of like the avocado. […]
Dec 3, 2017
Sunday Coffee with Blanche
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My friend Carol sent an email this morning. On the subject line, she had written, Sunday Coffee with Blanche. It would be nice if she and I could sit down for coffee this morning–it would be nice if you and I could too. So, let’s pretend. This morning as I was checking through the news […]
Dec 2, 2017
Determination, Your Name Is Squirrel
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A small, bushy-tailed animal, a few years ago, made a big impression on me. If anyone had determination, he did. As I looked out my front room window, I saw a small squirrel, probably young and inexperienced, pulling a stick across the yard. This wasn’t just any stick, it was a big stick. It was at least […]
