Such a quiet, peaceful morning. The moon casts house and tree shadows along my street. I’ll venture to say that of all the people on this short street, I am the only one awake at this hour. Maybe not. I certainly don’t know if some of my neighbors find sleep elusive for one reason or […]
Jun 8, 2013
Sitting Down to Breakfast
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As I get older, I think about “the good old days” and the way things used to be. I am grateful for my grandchildren who keep me anchored to the “here and now” and make the present a lively, happy place to be. In the back of my second Etta book, Remembering Etta Bend, I included […]
Apr 18, 2013
When the Storms Come
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I look out my front room window at a world blurred by rain. In fact, the rain is coming down so hard that it’s rather like a filmy gray curtain drawn across the green of springtime. A small bird dodged under the overhanging eave of the house and now clings to the bricks, sheltering from […]
