A lot of us like to read books of scary fiction. That’s the key word–fiction. If we know it is only make-believe and we are safe and snug inside our own homes when we read it, it gives us a satisfying case of the shivers. One summer years ago when I was visiting my brother […]
Jul 14, 2013
The Way We Look at Things
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My sister-in-law Linda and I found these old glasses in their case when we were cleaning out Mom and Dad’s storage room. I know two things about them: they are old and I like them a lot. They did not belong to my parents and I’m guessing some previous owner of the house and storage […]
Jul 10, 2013
Mighty Mullein
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I see it growing beside highways and in the woods. I never thought about it being particularly important because it looks like a weed. It’s leaves are a soft, blurry kind of gray-green and its bloom pods have tiny yellow flowers and not many of them blossom at the same time. It goes by the […]
Jun 24, 2013
Full Moon, Dark Shadows
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In the pre-dawn sky, a huge lantern shines down on earth, making my street an eerie place of silver-edged trees and houses casting long, dark shadows. Along that street, on silent feet, a small, dark cat shape slips on some nefarious nighttime business. Somewhere far away, a dog barks. Robins and doves haven’t awakened yet. […]
Jun 12, 2013
Weaving Words Together
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Today some friends will come over to visit, munch on cookies, drink tea and coffee and listen thoughtfully to words woven together to create what we hope is a pleasing pattern. Jane writes fiction for children and also poetry. Nancy writes inspirational stories based on experience, and I am the one of the mysterious mind. […]
May 29, 2013
Miniature Mysteries
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God’s Small World God made a tiny, shiny world In blades of grass and flowers, Where crickets creep and spiders spin And dewdrops fall in showers. And in this small, this crawly world Are secrets and surprises. The caterpillars creeping here Wear summertime disguises. No one but God could think of it; I don’t know […]
