May 1 was a day of maybes. It’s an equivocal answer to a difficult question. Are the May Bees still flying around? I ask, because, even though the month is drawing to a close, it seems to be an uncertain month for several reasons. Some things are not uncertain, though. May’s birthstone is still the […]
May 20, 2020
In Flew the Raven
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Chapter Eighteen I couldn’t help it. That night, as I sat with Marvie Saunders’ book of poetry in my hands, I couldn’t get Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven from intruding into my thoughts. It was not a pleasant feeling. Maybe it was because Patricia Simms had mentioned Marvie’s admiration for that troubled poet; maybe […]
Apr 27, 2020
The Not So Nice Mice
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A Fable By Blanche Day Manos The hundred year-old barn was home to a cow, a rooster, some hens, and a mule who pulled a plow. The days they spent in working; each one did its best, and when the sun sank from the sky, the animals wanted rest. But, when evening fell across the […]
Mar 9, 2020
What Would You Do If
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What would you do if, out of the clear blue, someone gave you a Victorian house that was more than a hundred years old? The house came with a lot of warm memories and, although you wouldn’t know it at the time you inherited it, a lot of mysteries too? Would you accept the […]
Mar 7, 2020
The Theme Song
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I wonder if we realize the influence music has on each of our lives. When I hear the stirring first notes of My Own True Love, I instantly picture Scarlett O’Hara and Rhett Butler in Gone with the Wind. Each movie or TV show has its theme song and those opening notes tell us where we’re […]
Feb 21, 2020
When Things Go Wrong
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It had been a hard day, for some reason. No earthquakes or tornadoes or devastating news, but it seemed as if a spirit of evil or a spiteful sprite had been present. A prickling word here, a worrisome conversation there, an unsettled, fearful feeling of something just out of sight, something left un-done, something […]
