So far this month, I’ve called a plumber, Roto Rooter, and an air conditioner man. I’ve learned not to ask, “What next?” I’m just grateful that, for the moment at least, everything seems to be fixed. That’s not to say no other chores await me because they do. Painting, fixing this, replacing that, all need […]
Jul 6, 2014
Good Morning, Mr. Gray
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I have a feeling I’m being watched. Probably, because I am. He lies silently atop the mailbox posts, keeping both green eyes on the front room window. When he sees the curtains move, that is his signal to approach. Trotting softly to the porch on padded feet, he looks hopefully at the door as I […]
Jul 1, 2014
A Wild Imagination
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We’ve all got one; in fact, we couldn’t get rid of it even if we wanted to, which I don’t. It goes with us everywhere and can be our friend or our worst enemy. It can be wild and outlandish or even send us false messages. Our imaginations! Have you ever heard a noise, or […]
Jun 25, 2014
A Special Day
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Today is special. It marks when my life took on a decided change for the better. Of course, this was a few years ago, but the day was special then and it’s special now. It’s the birthday of a unique, talented, amazing someone who is very near and dear to me. And I hope it’s the best […]
Jun 24, 2014
Speaking of Etta Bend…
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Since Saturday’s Latty/Willis Family Reunion, I’ve been thinking a lot of Etta and what life must have been like for Levi and Edna Latty and their children. And, I’ve thought about families and their importance in American life. Actually, families are America’s life and their importance cannot be stressed enough. I like to think of what […]
Jun 13, 2014
Cowbells and Slanty Shadows
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Last night, twilight slipped in on silent feet and threw long shadows across the lawn as the sun neared the western horizon. It’s the time of day that reminds me of a very long time ago. At the same time each evening, the cows would amble across the pasture toward the barn. It was milking time. […]
