In my herb garden, right next to the Etta Bend rock, I have a sun dial. I’ve had it for years. On it is an inscription from a poem by Robert Browning, “Grow Old Along With Me; The Best Is Yet To Be.” I’ve always liked that line. I suppose Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning […]
Apr 7, 2017
Bunny, Beans, and Banana Bread
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As a writer, I’m always on the lookout for a clue to spark a new mystery, but the only clue I followed when I arrived at Robbie’s luncheon yesterday was the delicious aroma of food. Those tantalizing scents didn’t remain a mystery long; they led me straight to the kitchen. That’s where I found a big […]
Apr 6, 2017
Those Hard Decisions
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Decisions–we can’t get through life without making them. Some decisions are fun, like deciding on the color of a dress or whether to plant impatiens or begonias. Some decisions can be changed–the dress and flowers, for instance. But some decisions are pretty much forever and have far-reaching consequences. A few choices we are called upon […]
Apr 4, 2017
The Mist and the Mystery of a Far Off Island
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I imagine a mist is rising over the river and lake. It’s an Ireland kind of morning. The ground is damp with rain, the air is crisp and cool. All that I can see is quiet and lovely, a grand spring morning, but beneath the stillness and calm, mystery lurks. Always, mystery. And, that, dear […]
Apr 2, 2017
What An Interesting Character!
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“Character is much easier kept than recovered,” Thomas Paine said. But, what is character? Personality is who people think you are; character is the real you. Character is all your deeply-held beliefs, your goals, your standards, the things that make you laugh or cry; your hates, your loves, your fears, your belief in what is […]
Apr 1, 2017
A Tattling Tale or What I Learned From Tatting
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Happy International Tatting Day! You thought it was April Fool’s Day? Well, yes, it is, but it is also a day to celebrate tatting. I love tatting. I like the feel of the smooth shuttle in my hands, the way the thread slips through my fingers and the gentle click, click, as a thing of […]
