Hanging on the wall in my hallway is a painting I did many years ago of a person I admire a lot–Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce Indian Tribe. Chief Joseph loved his land; he resisted tyranny and tried valiantly to escape the pursuing U. S. army and take his people to safety and freedom in […]
Mar 22, 2015
Sunday Soliloquy
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That title is not exactly right because a soliloquy is talking to oneself and, although in a way I’m doing that, I’m also sharing with you, my visitors. Anyhow, I was just wondering why people do, say, act, as they do. And, of course, no one acts the same in every circumstance. But it seems […]
Mar 20, 2015
Guest Blogger Karen Hulene Bartell
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I am happy to introduce today fellow Pen-L author Karen Hulene Bartell. I’m sure you will enjoy reading this interview and if you have any questions to ask our guest, please include them. I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know Karen. Blanche Hi, Karen. Thanks for the interview. Would you like to tell us something about […]
Mar 18, 2015
Moody, Magical March
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A floral mystery–why do crocus bulbs which have lain dormant for years suddenly decide it’s time to push their little heads into the sunlight? Thinking that squirrels or moles had them for a light snack, I quit looking for the striped crocus each spring but this is the year they are back. And I’m glad. […]
Mar 17, 2015
Picture Perfect
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Yesterday I renewed my driver’s license.The tag office is on the way to and from my exercise class, so I thought it would be a good time to get that little chore over with. Warm and glistening from the morning workout, my hair was combed and my face glowed from a dab of make up. Ah, yes. This […]
Mar 16, 2015
Guest Blog by Lily Iona Mackenzie
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Today I am pleased to introduce as my guest blogger, Lily Iona Mackenzie, fellow Pen-L author. Pen-L will publish her book, Fling in July. I think you will enjoy meeting this fascinating author as much as I did. Heirlooms For years I felt guilty about breaking the heirloom toys my stepfather’s mother had preserved, relics […]
