I’ve never seen this before! A group of four doves ambles slowly across the driveway. Do they have some place to go? Do they have a chore in mind? Are they looking for something? I hope they know there are cats in the neighborhood and are watchful. And, I? Do I have some place to […]
Sep 18, 2017
The Lovely Gift of Listening
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Listening to someone, really listening and hearing what she says, can be the best gift you can give, and it doesn’t cost a dime, just a bit of your time. Recently, a friend suffered through a traumatic event. She mentioned it in our conversation and I told her how sorry I was and how glad […]
Sep 17, 2017
What Lurks in the Dark and Dusty Depths?
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Reaching into the dark and dusty depths behind the garage shelf, my fingers touched something. Pulling it out, I discovered a tiny, red garden glove that had been Sara’s many years ago. Cleaning out my garage is a dirty job but somebody has to do it and Nemo isn’t volunteering. That leaves–me! So far, about […]
Sep 16, 2017
Dear Mary Roberts Rinehart–Thank You
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If she were alive today, I’d consider sending her a written thank-you, although why she, the master of mystery, should take note of it, I have no idea. I owe a lot to this lady. Although Miss Rinehart departed this life in 1958, her books are still with us, and I’m grateful for those well-written […]
Sep 4, 2017
Those Amazing and Beautiful Benefits of Baking
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Baking–the art of mixing separate ingredients into one amazing whole. A mathematician, a chemist, an artist–a baker is all of these. She’s also popular with her family. Saturday, I baked black-bottom cupcakes. These have been a family favorite for years. Chocolate, with a cream cheese filling. Now, what could beat that? Then, yesterday, I baked […]
Sep 3, 2017
What Was It With Dink Renfro, Anyway?
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Dink Renfro was not superstitious; no, indeed. He just didn’t believe in tempting fate. He had a healthy respect for the stories he had heard about the old cemetery by that deserted church. And, too, there was the uneasy sort of feeling he got when he was mowing the grass out there. He reckoned he […]
