Just a Few Twilight Thoughts

Just a Few Twilight Thoughts

Actually, I’m writing this Monday night instead of Tuesday morning. So, I’m thinking twilight thoughts, more somber thoughts because the day has ended and I’m looking back on it. It’ll never come again. Have I used it as well as I should have? It was a beautiful day, blue skies, sunshine and as the sun […]

The Blotting Paper Syndrome

The Blotting Paper Syndrome

Long, long ago, back in the Dark Ages when I was young, we had a writing utensil known as a fountain pen. In fact, I still have one or two tucked away somewhere. The pens got the job done and worked great but they required a blotter. You see, the ink from a fountain pen had to dry or […]

You Are a Winner, Not a Loser

You Are a Winner, Not a Loser

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that counts.” Sir Winston Churchill. I’ve been thinking about defeat and what is considered being defeated or failing and what is considered being a success or successful. By the time a person reaches my age, she or he has probably succeeded […]

With a Gust of Wind and a Haunted Street

With a Gust of Wind and a Haunted Street

My Folger’s coffee is hot, strong, and invigorating this morning which is a good thing. Around two a.m. my eyes popped open and stayed that way for at least an hour. Nancy Drew and a half cup of milk finally got me back to sleep but then a small, sharp nose and an insistent whine told […]

So, What’s With That Dream, Anyhow?

So, What’s With That Dream, Anyhow?

Do you believe that dreams have significance? I don’t know about your dreams but my dreams are often a mishmash of a niggling worry, a fervent hope, something I heard someone say, or people who have been or are in my life. I don’t think any of them give me a message. But, sometimes people […]

In the Gloaming

In the Gloaming

Last night as shadows fell and darkness tiptoed down the street, I thought about other twilights, or gloamings, and the song, In the Gloaming came to mind. It’s an old song, one that I learned as a child from a thin songbook with a red cover. I believe the title of the book is America Sings. […]