Something about that historic but deserted little church sitting between pine-covered hills draws Ned McNeil. She decides to pay it one more visit, this time, by herself. Twilight comes early to the valley and as shadows lengthen, Ned is unaware that someone else got to the church before she did–someone who is determined she will never […]
Jan 13, 2017
An Iffy Kind of Day
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Sitting here with my hot cup of Folgers, looking out at a, to be honest, rather drab world, I see Annie and Midge walking up the hill. Annie takes long strides, going at a good clip, and Midge’s little legs work double time to keep up. I really have no idea whether the woman’s name is […]
Jan 7, 2017
Peeling Back the Layers of Time
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Those of us fascinated by history like to peel back the layers of time. Year by year, century by century, people live, die, buildings are built and then fall victim to a disaster or, by chance, survive. Going forward, we add to the layers of history but going backward, ah! There is the fascination. I haven’t […]
Dec 23, 2016
My Gifts to You at Christmas
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“Silver and gold have I none, but such as I have, give I thee,” (Acts 3:6). So saying, Peter and John, specially blessed by God, gave a lame man the gift of walking. I have no miraculous abilities, but I do have a heart of gratitude: of thankfulness to God for the gift of His […]
Dec 22, 2016
Of Squirrels and Chocolate Fudge
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Glancing out of my window at a movement across the street, I saw a squirrel galloping…not scurrying nor scampering, but in a full-fledged gallop toward the maple tree in my neighbor’s yard. His frantic pace was not the only thing different about the squirrel–the tip of his tail was white. Never, in all my years, […]
Dec 18, 2016
Arctic Cold, Old Man Winter’s Breath
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I feel as if I may be in the Arctic this morning! It’s six degrees. There’s only a skift of snow, but under it is ice. Streets, highways, sidewalks are all slick and dangerous. It’s a good morning to stay inside. And read. And write. And read some more. Presently, about the only reading I’m […]
