We all feel it, that all too brief lull between holidays.  Our Thanksgiving turkey is now a challenge we serve as hash, or homemade pot pies, or even altered beyond recognition into mouth-watering gumbo.  The family who traveled for hours to visit has gone home, and our houses are dusty around the edges, with new scratches…

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 I hope wherever you are for the Thanksgiving holiday, whatever you eat, whatever your personal celebrations, that you spend it with people you love, and you find a way to tell them so. 

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I’m completely amazed at how many river songs there are.  Obviously I’m obsessed.  One of my all-time favorites is When I Went Down to the River to Pray, sung by Alison Krauss in the film O Brother, Where Art Thou? (One of my favorite movies.)  The sweet purity of her voice, and the images of people…

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After writing about flowing rivers in my last post, I woke up this morning singing River, by Bill Staines.  When my children were young we spent weeks at a family camp in Highlands, North Carolina.  And every summer, we sang: River, take me along in your sunshine, sing me a song Ever moving and winding and…

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Years ago, in another life, I played the piano for a fellow music student who performed a catchy art song that began with the question in my title.  The answer, by the way, was: “I’m gonna stand on the banks and watch the crawfish die, oh babe,” an image I didn’t fully understand until I moved to Louisiana years…

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I’ll confess I had no intention of having a blog on this website.  From the beginning of blogging fever I was convinced it was a bad idea for someone who already makes a living with words.  Why put more of mine out there?  After all, most of you reading this also read my novels.  And…

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