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. […]
May 26, 2014
Saying Thank You
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How can I write about Memorial Day and the importance of honoring those valiant young people (yes, for the most part, they were young) who stood between their beloved homes and freedom? A simple thank you to these courageous men and women seems completely inadequate. If I knew nothing at all about freedom, if I […]
May 24, 2014
Talk to a Lawyer
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For some reason, my protagonists, Darcy, Flora, Nettie, are always running into problems. Well, let’s be honest – they run into lots of problems and that’s what makes the story. They face danger, death, and desperation with the same fear and trembling that you or I would but, due to their firm resolve to get to […]
May 23, 2014
Snippets
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I wonder if they breathed a sigh of relief – those pretty little impatiens that stuck their toes in the soil under my oak tree yesterday? Hopefully, they’ll feel right at home with plenty of room to grow and spread out, and bloom to their full potentials. A few yellow marigolds keep them company and guard […]
May 22, 2014
A Moment in Time
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A dear younger relative of mine is interested in family history. I’ve been looking through boxes of papers and pictures to find answers to his questions and I’m running onto things I’ve forgotten. Yesterday, I re-discovered the picture that puzzled my brother Richard and me. The original was on a postcard as were many of the […]
