When four friends meet on a fall day, bringing with them their outlooks on life, the books they’ve read, and the paintings they’ve painted, plus a few original writings, well, what could be better? The coffee and sugar cookies helped, of course, but conversation carried the day. Jane, Carolyn, and Peg came through the door, […]
Sep 25, 2018
A Noise From Without
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Writing is wonderfully therapeutic. Sometimes, just writing with no particular plot in mind, letting your imagination roam, winds up with something unexpected–sort of like taking a paint brush in hand with an array of paints before you and letting your feelings flow out through the bristles of your brush. It’s, at times, unexpected, but […]
Sep 24, 2018
A Thank You to Libraries
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Libraries are wonderful things. I’ve written several times about the blessing of having free libraries in this country. When you think about it, it’s amazing that we have at our finger tips, access to any book on any topic and it doesn’t cost us a thing. Andrew Carnegie, the Scottish-American philanthropist, built 2,509 libraries between […]
Sep 20, 2018
That First Good, Hot Cup of Coffee
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The days are definitely much shorter than they were in August. It is still dark out, although it’s after six a.m. My first cup of coffee sits on the desk, and I take an occasional sip as I write. It’s a good way to start the day. Yesterday, I noticed a mysterious puddle under my […]
Sep 18, 2018
Landscaping and Building and a Mystery
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One of the many nice things about writing is that I get to go places and do things I could never do in real life. And, I get to live where I want, in the sort of house I like. When Darcy and Flora moved to their new home (Grave Heritage) I designed the […]
