You are a story. So am I. We all have a beginning, but, thankfully, no ending yet. We are works in progress. No genres on our stories, though. That would be difficult, because at various times our lives might be labeled adventures or mysteries or tragedies or comedies. Some episodes could fit under the romance […]
Aug 27, 2019
Touching Lives
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It’s awfully quiet in my little corner of the world this morning. Not even one breeze stirs the maple out front. Rain fell during the night and dark clouds promise there may be more rain. Nemo snoozes, the refrigerator clicks on, and even the birds are still. A light shines from my neighbor’s window […]
Jul 16, 2019
The Way You Look at Things
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My sister-in-law Linda and I found these old glasses in their case when we were cleaning out Mom and Dad’s storage room. I know two things about them: they are old and I like them a lot. They did not belong to my parents and I’m guessing some previous owner of the house and storage […]
Jul 15, 2019
Things My Mama Taught Me
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All the good things that I believe and am, came from my parents. And the not-so-good? Well, I’ve managed those things on my own. This morning I was thinking about things my mother taught me. I had never really tried to itemize them, they were just there. To list them would be like trying […]
May 22, 2019
A Home of Sticks
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She sits on her little nest of sticks and feathers and this and that. It’s sort of a hodge podge of building materials, but it suits her and it’s home to those tiny blue eggs she warms patiently, day and night. Robins’ nests aren’t known as architectural wonders. And, although they do their best, mama […]
May 6, 2019
To All You Priceless Antiques
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To all you priceless antiques out there, congratulations! Do you know your own hidden value? You are beautiful, unique, and I salute you! To all you who have walked a good many miles down the road of life–a lovely, sunny, smooth road in spots and as rocky, dark, and treacherous as it could get in […]
