Oils and Thinking

Oils and Thinking

It had been a long time since I’d painted in oils. Oh, I’d gotten canvas boards, paints, brushes, all the paraphernalia, but then, I just left them tucked away. The thing of it was, I was intimidated. Pencil sketches, watercolors, Prismacolor–all those media were familiar to me, as oil once was, so why did I […]

No Oxen; Clean Stall

No Oxen; Clean Stall

My backyard, like my grandchildren, has grown through stages. A horse tire swing once hung by a tree limb, a swimming pool sat under the maple, a playground set took up a hunk of the back yard. Then, there were muddy places, bare of grass which were obstacle courses for small cars and trucks, a […]

Waiting for Old Man Winter

Waiting for Old Man Winter

Here I sit–waiting. And looking out of my window on the world. Everything is about the same color–gray. It isn’t, really, I guess–the leaves are brown, neighbor’s house is red brick and his car is black but, if you’ll forgive my saying so, everything looks blah and gray. Is the weatherman right or will he […]

Filling in the Blanks with Song

Filling in the Blanks with Song

  The next time you face a lull in conversation, fill in the blank with a song. You’ll be surprised at what flavor it lends to any subject. Yesterday’s critique had music, art, and literature. Plus samples of homemade butterscotch pie, chocolate chip cookies, and coffee. Each Cozy Critter received a pen with the logo, […]

When the Sun Shines, It Shines for Everyone

When the Sun Shines, It Shines for Everyone

The title of this blog is a quote by Ziggy Marley. This was one of the contributions Carolyn brought to Wednesday’s meeting. She also brought a lot of other things, as you will see. Long before the Cozy Critters arrived, the table was set, candle lit, coffee made, candy in little serving dishes. All was […]

What a Writer Does When She’s Not Writing

What a Writer Does When She’s Not Writing

Yesterday, I finished the final edit of Grave Heritage and sent it to my publisher. Funny thing, toward the last of the book, when Darcy and Flora are running from a killer and a flooded creek is between them and safety, I forgot that I was supposed to be checking for typos. Realizing I was […]

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