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
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 […]

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?
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
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. […]


