In the stillness of early morning, not a breeze stirs the trees. A small white moth drifts through the leaves of the crepe myrtle, maybe looking for a place to hide since morning caught her unaware. The light in my fountain glows on wet rocks. Sunday morning slips in quietly, no fanfare, no trumpets announcing the sunrise. It’s a […]
May 31, 2014
Waiting for the Morning
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“My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning” (Psalm 130:6). Something about mornings brings hope. I believe it is related to a life force within us that rises, like the mercury in a thermometer, with each new day. As I read that verse from Psalm 130, I can imagine a […]
May 30, 2014
Let’s Have Another Cup of Coffee
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Many years ago, every day after school, I stopped by Mom’s house for a cup of coffee. I looked forward to those times and I think she did too. We’d sit at her kitchen table and talk, not about anything in particular, just this and that. We didn’t solve any of the world’s problems nor did […]
May 29, 2014
Dark Deeds and Wild Weather
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It seems that Nettie McNeil (known to her friends as Ned) has one harrowing experience after another. In this partial chapter, she returns home, exhausted, troubled, and sad after finding…well, you’ll just have to read Moonlight Can Be Murder to know what she found. By the time I turned into my long driveway, the sun […]
May 28, 2014
Wistful Wednesday Wanderings
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How times have changed! And none more than in the way we communicate with each other. Believe me, I enjoy being able to speak to any of my family or friends through the telephone or Skype or email. It’s pretty neat to hear what each one is doing and keep up with their comings and […]
May 27, 2014
My Meandering Mind
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This is what I call a “soft” morning. I can see just above my neighbor’s roof, a light film of fog. If I were at Manos Meadows this morning and looked north toward Mr. Beaverson’s blueberry field, I would probably see remnants of fog, streamers of white mist floating above the berry bushes, like wandering spirits. […]
