Sunlight warms the old railroad ties that hold up my mailbox. One of these days, those strong, square pieces of wood will tumble down, and they look pretty disreputable now, but I like them. They are weathered and rugged, they’ve had an interesting past, and even though their original usefulness is gone, they still have […]
Oct 4, 2021
A Few Sizes Too Small
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I just got to thinking about words. We use them every day. Written or spoken, we can’t get along without them. So, with all the beautiful words to choose from, why do some of us use ugly, degrading, base words? Is it to get a reaction? To show that we’re really up with the times? […]
Oct 1, 2021
Welcome, Glad October
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You October people chose a wonderful month to be born. It’s a golden month, with the fragrance of apples and chrysanthemums, the time of harvest and tucking in of plants and insects readying for a winter’s sleep. Your birthstone is the fabled opal. Read about it. It has a fascinating history. And, of course, your […]
Sep 30, 2021
Small Courtesies, Day Brighteners
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I remember a nice surprise in my mailbox a while back. Among the bills and circulars was a small, white envelope with my name on it. Inside was a simple thank you note from my neighbor, telling me how much her little daughter liked the two children’s books I gave her. What I gave was […]
Sep 24, 2021
What Is Family?
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What is a family to you? Who are the people in your life that you hold dearest of all? To most of us, it’s our parents, siblings, children, grandparents, grandchildren– but it can mean more than that. Darcy Campbell and Flora Tucker are family. Flora is Darcy’s mom. But, they are more than mother and […]
Sep 23, 2021
Blue Jeans Writer
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Just call me the Blue Jeans Writer. I’m more comfortable in a pair of jeans than anything else, have been since I was pre-teen. In summer, it’s tee shirt and jeans. In winter, it’s sweatshirt and jeans. This morning, the temperature is a chilly forty-seven degrees, so back to my dear old warm sweatshirts. Ah-h, […]
