They used to be on shelves in groceries stores: True Story, True Romance, etc., etc. I don’t see them there any more. When I was a pre-teen and a young teenager, those magazines were taboo. My mother would never let me read one, so I didn’t really know what was inside; I only knew it wasn’t […]
Jan 2, 2023
Does a Writer Resolve?
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These resolutions are from a few years back, but they are still semi-appropriate. These writing resolutions are strictly my own and are not suggestions for other writers to follow unless, of course, the proverbial shoe fits. I firmly resolve and forswear to work hard at sharpening my writing skills by never, ever writing run-on sentences […]
Nov 18, 2022
The House Sitter
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Agnes Clover set her broom on the porch and glared up at this monstrosity of a house. How did she wind up here, far from her home town and her warm, friendly neighborhood? Maybelle, her ever faithful hound rubbed against her, soulful eyes brimming with sympathy and wagged her tail. Agnes reached down and patted […]
Oct 3, 2022
Rain, Where Are You?
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Parts of our country have a lot of rain, more than they need, floods; in my part of the country, we are parched and need rain desperately. I like to read or write when rain falls; I also like to write about rain, and I do–a lot. Here are excerpts from The Cemetery Club, Grave […]
Sep 13, 2022
Edging into Fall
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Would you believe it’s 55 degrees this morning? Yesterday morning, very early, the thermometer registered 49. It never fails to surprise me, each fall, when the earth begins to cool toward winter. Yet, the same thing happens year after year, and to me, it’s reassuring. Yesterday morning, when I poured water into my coffee maker, […]
Aug 25, 2022
The Cottonwood
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The Cottonwood At Grandfather’s farm, in back of the house Stood a large, ancient cottonwood tree. How it weathered the years and stood fast in storms Was a wonder and marvel to me. My grandfather said that the tree had strong roots Sinking deep, holding fast to the ground, For the earth never lost it […]
