I met Lucinda just about a decade ago, when my family was living in rural New Hampshire. I was visiting an even more rural retreat center; she and her husband Mike befriended me during a weekend when I was alone and needed a friend. I don’t remember much about that weekend except that I left … Continue reading
Hello, bug. I’m sorry it’s been a while. Last week was rain, and it’s awful hard to pull down the drive backwards when everything is so slick. Seems the cars nowadays just shoot around that corner real quick, and I can say for sure I don’t want to be surprised again – that poor young … Continue reading
A necessary balance to the shorter and darker days of winter is found in the blazing fireplace, the cheery string of mantle lights and a scented candle, which brighten both space and spirit. Lots of natural light floods the picture window during the cold winter: bare trees, arms outstretched offering only what is necessary, are … Continue reading
“It’s not the experience that brings transformation,”says author and teacher Jan Johnson, “it’s our reflection upon our experience.” Emily P. Freeman Mid-Winter is an invitation to pause. We’ve already had significant snow (though the yard is mostly bare and brown now), the holidays are done and our attention at church is drawn toward Epiphany, days are … Continue reading
the way leaves danceswaying and sighing melancholythin, spidery and fragilethe way light dancesstreaming and bursting throughholes, cracks and tearsthe way that I lovewobbling and triumphant sometranslucent with effortthe way that you loverising and setting everover, around and through This post is inspired by the WordPress online course, Writing: Finding Everyday Inspiration (Day 4: A Story in a … Continue reading
“Hey!” I barked, with a furious rap on the window. “Get out of there!” The offender whirled back, black eyes pools of panic. He darted, limbs pumping, careening crazily from the carpet of green across the smooth concrete and into the safety of the neighbor’s yard. He stared; I stared. Beady eyes afar calculated the … Continue reading
Why do I write? Well, the better question is why don’t I write? What keeps me from putting pen to paper (clickety-clacking away) when it feels like I have so much to say? I suppose the short answer is fear. Fear of what? Let’s start with the external factor(s): what will others think? What will … Continue reading
“I don’t know what to do about this.” “Sorry, what?” He looked up from his computer. “The situation with the kids? And that country song? Why can’t they just stick to lovesick crooning and runaway dogs and makin’ Momma proud?” I asked. “Uh…what seems to be the problem?” His computer was shut tight now, giving … Continue reading
She says my name like this: “JENN-i-fer!” with emphasis on the first syllable and always with an exclamation point. Every time, she is most decidedly enthusiastic that I dialed her number and invariably, regardless of the reason for the call, I smile wide into the receiver. With a seven a.m. report that my children are sick … Continue reading
March 11th. The yawn almost splits my jaw. I try to focus on the right of the porch, wincing as cold air sweeps over my bare legs, giving rise to prickly gooseflesh. Jose is late – again. As I turn, a flash of red catches my eye. What? He never delivers to the left side. With … Continue reading
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