…of a plain southern American woman. I’m not sophisticated or brilliant or particularly discerning. But I do love this country of my forefathers. It is my country too and I would not want to live anywhere else. On this cloudy, cool Day of Independence, my thoughts are meandering here and there; so, I’ll just jot them […]
Jun 30, 2015
Refrigerator Love
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Your refrigerator may be a shining white or stainless steel beauty. It probably is not a bulletin board, like mine. My refrigerator holds perishable food items on the inside and dear-to-my heart items on the outside. Pictures, quotes, Bible verses, more pictures, children’s handprints, priceless works of art, all together in happy, carefree abandon adorn that appliance’s […]
Jun 27, 2015
What Next?
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Before I turn on the news each morning, I wonder what terrible thing has happened most recently? I wonder what next? And, I turn on the news less and less often because it seems a sort of madness is sweeping parts of the country and I can’t do a thing about it. You may or […]
Jun 26, 2015
Balm for the Soul
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Perhaps this balm is only for bees and butterflies and not for the soul at all but it does make me feel better just to look at it and know the insects enjoy it a bunch. When I first planted the bee balm, several years ago, it was only a small plant; it came in one of […]
Jun 25, 2015
Heavy on My Heart
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I would much rather be writing about books this morning. I do not like controversy and I do not like confrontations. So, this is probably the last time I’ll mention what is going on with the Confederate flag that many southern states and retailers are hastening to take down. These observations and thoughts are purely […]
Jun 24, 2015
A Betrayal of Trust
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Once upon a time, a poor man, when his family’s estate was settled, found that he had been bequeathed a chair that once belonged to his great-grandfather who was a gifted and popular artist. Now, this wasn’t just any chair. It was old, true, but that chair had character. It was made of the finest wood. It […]
