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 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 […]
Feb 28, 2018
Rainy Day People
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I love rainy days–always have. And, I love the memories of the people who have shared them with me. Yesterday, rain fell from pewter-colored skies, running in rivulets down the windows, puddling in the yard, playing hide-and-seek with hungry squirrels at the feeders, and keeping winter birds hidden away among sheltering bushes. I listened to […]
Feb 17, 2018
Warm Memories of Coffee and the People Who Brewed It
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The first thing I do when I get up each morning is make a pot of coffee. Many times, I wish someone else had made it for me and all I had to do was go pour a cup instead of waiting for it to brew. I could make it the night before and pre-program […]
Feb 6, 2018
Danger Stalks the Highway
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With the next flash of lightning, I knew the car following us was not Drake’s. The silhouette was different. It was more square-topped with darkened windows. It appeared black in the eerie light. Something else seemed odd about the car. The windows looked recessed. But why would a car have recessed windows unless it was […]
Jan 25, 2018
A Caring Group Enriches Writing and Life
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Our hearts go out to a member of our group of critiquers, Carolyn, on the death of her husband. Carolyn, our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. Although our group was small yesterday, Peg and Jane and I got a lot done, critiquely speaking. I was reminded once again of how essential […]
