“The North Wind doth blow, and we shall have snow. And, what will the robin do then, poor thing? He’ll sit in the barn to keep himself warm, and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.” Yesterday I saw two robins. It is far too early! Robins came back too early last year too. […]
Feb 8, 2014
Intricate Workings of a Mysterious Mind
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Writing or/and reading is a great way to combat cabin fever. With all the snow, ice, and frigid temperatures, I am operating in “stay at home” mode and that could lead to boredom or a tendency to climb the walls, except, of course, for the aforementioned pursuits. In a few days, I should have some […]
Feb 7, 2014
Hidden From Our View
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The world outside my window this morning seems to be waiting. Being a mystery writer and naturally suspicious, I ask, “Waiting for what?” Roof tops and lawns are still covered with snow although most of the street is clear–most, I emphasize, because certainly there are many hazardous spots. The parking lot of a store I visited […]
Feb 1, 2014
February Prayer
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A brand new month. It’s true that February is a short month but it is packed full of special days. Birthdays of Presidents and family members, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day and, of course, Groundhog Day, which is tomorrow. I’m not a big fan of groundhogs but I’ll tell you more about that tomorrow. It’s kind of […]
Jan 26, 2014
Only in My Imagination
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Writers have to have a pretty good imagination but many people having a good imagination are not writers. Imagination is a gift–if used in the right way. The dictionary says imagination is the ability to come up with new and creative ideas. I would add, “flights of fancy”. Fiction is the result of somebody’s imagination, […]
Jan 21, 2014
A Little Thing Called Hope
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I call it the umbrella tree because in the summertime when I stand under the tree during a shower, I stay dry. The limbs are so twisted and there are so many of them, the leaves grow so thickly and profusely, that the ancient tree is like a natural umbrella, sheltering the person beneath it. […]
