The first week of May is nearly gone, a wet month, a stormy month for some. Weather is changeable and so are world conditions, so it’s good to know that some things don’t change. May’s birthstone is still the beautiful, glowing emerald and May’s flower is still lily-of-the-valley. So, even in uncertainty, there are […]
Jan 16, 2021
Tell Me a Story
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Tell me a story. Even now, many years later ( I mean many years) I can remember following my mom around, asking her to tell me another story. I was too young to read, so how I can remember back that many decades, I don’t know, but I still remember the absolute joy of snuggling […]
Jan 9, 2021
Conclusion–The Christmas Barn
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The cold wind blew their leaves away. The three friends shivered and wished for day. “We can’t just do nothing,” the raccoon said. “Come on, squirrel and chipmunk. Let’s go a bit farther. Maybe we’ll find food.” Sighing, the squirrel straightened up and took Chipmunk’s hand. On they went, through the cold night. They […]
Dec 17, 2020
The Haunted House
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Chapter 4 James Stone did most of the talking the next day, as he drove into town. Both Miss Georgia and Abigail were busy with their own thoughts. He boasted about his brand new Lincoln car and, truth be told, Miss Georgia found it to be much more comfortable that riding in a wagon. James […]
Nov 18, 2020
The Time Tunnel
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A Post reprinted from last year. Go with me this morning on a journey–not so far in miles, but a great distance in time and quite a giant leap in imagination. We’re going to struggle through years of wild undergrowth–bushes, weeds, grape vines, wild rose bushes, blackberry briars, giant oaks, and we’ll stop at […]
Oct 24, 2020
The Ticking of a Clock
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When I hear a clock ticking, I go back a few decades and find myself in Ma and Pappy Latty’s house. They always had a wind-up clock and I can remember how the sound meant peace and security for me. I can see my grandparents’ living room, sun coming through the windows, and feel […]
