Who Is That Stranger I See?

Who Is That Stranger I See?

I write mysteries, but the greatest mystery of all is the identity of the old woman who inhabits every mirror of my house! Every one. I can’t look in any mirror and see the real me–vibrant, young, happy, not a gray hair on my head. No! This stranger has taken over. So, who is she, […]

That Special Nook

That Special Nook

  My son and I got the sad news yesterday that one of his best friends had died when his horse threw him. Suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, Lance was no longer there, where he had always been for many years, in that special nook in our hearts. Of course, with a death, memories come […]

The Golden Light at the End of the Day

The Golden Light at the End of the Day

  There’s something about the late afternoon, just before the supper hour, when the day is winding down¬† and the light lies golden and still through the windows. There’s a hush, a silence in empty rooms, a quiet acceptance that the day is over and soon the sun will slip beneath the horizon. Memories return […]

In the Wee, Small Hours of the Morning

In the Wee, Small Hours of the Morning

  In the early morning darkness, a dove calls. It’s a homey sound. The robins are quiet, maybe busy with their nests and feeding babies. Soon, the summer birds will fly South while the winter birds gather around the feeders. School is about to start for another year of learning and growing, a year or […]

An Ancient and Trusted Book of Information

An Ancient and Trusted Book of Information

I have a shabby old address book but it is a real treasure. It has reason to look as tattered as it does. It is well on its way to being an antique. And, like any antique, the value is enhanced by, as they say, the provenance. This ¬†book’s provenance has more to do with […]

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