Chapter Sixteen The Carnegie Library, a single story, red brick structure with white trim stood proudly at attention commanding a view of the old courthouse just as I remembered. As I went up the wide, stone steps, a light snow began to fall. Shivering, I tucked my jacket closer around me. Heavy, double doors […]
Mar 9, 2018
Groggily Blundering into Friday
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This is Friday, isn’t it? Last night was one of those nights when sleep wouldn’t come and when at last it did, I over-slept and now I’m groggy and sort of blundering from computer to kitchen for coffee and hoping this hot, dark elixir jump starts the day. Does anyone know the feeling? Why is […]
Mar 8, 2018
At the Table We Sat, We Three, Brimming with Acuity
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Opening Day of Duck Season, a poem by John Philpot, started our critique off with a bang. Jane has known Mr. Philpot for a number of years as he came from her home town of Mena, Arkansas. His rhymed verse that Jane read kept Peg and me in stitches. He is a television personality and […]
Mar 7, 2018
Dust and Delightful Discoveries
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This is a re-run of a post I wrote earlier. Believe it or not, I’m still into digging out, throwing away, re-settling, and still finding things I’d forgotten about. Along with the dust, I always make a few delightful discoveries. Housecleaning has its own rewards and one of those is stumbling upon things I had […]
Mar 5, 2018
Beam Me Up, Author
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Let’s face it. Some days, we want to be beamed up or whisked away to some place refreshing, different, exciting, fun, and leave our troubles far behind. Just for a little while. Just to get our second wind. Since I am not Captain Kirk, and Scotty isn’t available, I do the next best thing and […]
Something Vile Is in the Wind
The Folgers Coffee is hot and strong, just the way I like it. My little dog Nemo dozes on the floor beside me. The noise of the interstate is a far-off hum. The train rumbles to a stop downtown but it is a distant, comforting sound. Familiar sounds and rituals punctuate the morning but beneath it […]