Yesterday in Sunday School, someone brought me a picture. Just a simple gesture, a print he had run off his computer, but it was a picture of several of us who went to Ireland a couple of years go, including his wife and me. There we were, wearing coats against a stone wall of the […]
Mar 4, 2016
Fran’s Leprechaun Luncheon
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It’s fun to remember enjoyable times, isn’t it? This morning, I’m re-printing a post I wrote in 2016, two years ago. This was at Fran’s house, her last St. Pat’s Day luncheon with us in NWA before she and her husband moved to South Carolina. It was a special, happy day, complete with Fran’s delicious […]
Oct 18, 2014
A Drift of Ireland’s Mist
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Since my return from Ireland, I seem to be in two places: one, the here and now with the excitement of books about to be published, the other, a mystical island in the Atlantic, where ancient towers still keep watch on the surrounding countryside. I close my eyes and see swans floating on the River […]
Oct 16, 2014
Crows, Critiques, and Cozies
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“Use active voice instead of passive” was one of the suggestions heard around the critique table yesterday. As for the critique itself? Well, there was nothing passive about it. It was active with lots of readings and suggestions laced with a copious amount of laughter. Words are important! Words have changed the course of history […]
Oct 14, 2014
Remnants and Reminders
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The sights and sounds, stories and symbols of Ireland are tucked snugly away into my pocket of memories. Ireland can’t be boxed, put on a shelf, and forgotten. The traveler who has been to Ireland always carries it with her and becomes a part of what she has seen; at least, this traveler does. Remnants and […]
Oct 13, 2014
The Ring, Rain and Rhododendrons
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It is raining in NWA this morning and the raindrops are accompanied by lightning and thunder. I’m pretty sure it is raining in Ireland, too, where now it is 11 a.m. instead of 5:00. They may not have the thunder and lightning, though. While I was there, the rain was sometimes hard but never stormy. […]
