Something Old, Something New, and Not Just for Weddings
I am endlessly fascinated by feedsacks. I don’t mean the burlap variety farmers use for hauling hen house manure, or the ones the foolhardy leap into for Fourth of July sack races. I’m talking about cotton feed or flour sacks adorned with cheerful prints that were designed to be emptied, washed and used for quilts or clothing. The practice…
Read MoreWe Interrupt the Previously Scheduled Blog for Prizes and Fun. . .
Where is everybody? No, you didn’t arrive at the wrong place, and this IS the day when Chapter Four, Part One of Treasure Beach should be here to entertain you But this year May has five Tuesdays, and Chapter Four demanded (bossy ol’ chapter) that I divide it into only four parts, so each would be…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: Spring
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. We began this page in March, and if you didn’t join us then, don’t worry. This is a drop-in, drop-out adventure. You can read about the purpose and inspiration behind Sunday Poetry here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. If…
Read MoreUnexpected Gifts
Nemo, our rescue beagle, loves everybody, but some people are particularly special to him. The son and daughter-in-law who found him in the woods as a puppy and nursed him back to health and into our home. Other family members. My cleaning lady and my assistant, both of whom have provided pet care in the past. …
Read MoreSunday Poetry: For Most This Amazing Day
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. We began this page in March, and if you didn’t join us then, don’t worry. This is a drop-in, drop-out adventure. You can read about the purpose and inspiration behind Sunday Poetry here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or today, for the listen. If…
Read MoreThe Write Way: Writer’s Paralysis? How to Get Moving Again
I can count on two questions from any Q & A session. The first? Where do I get my ideas? The second is whether I’ve ever suffered from writer’s block. I’ll confess I used to snicker whenever I answered this one. “Not me, thanks. If I’m stuck I just keep working until I’m not stuck anymore.” …
Read MoreSunday Poetry: Shards of Stained Glass
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. We began last month, and if you didn’t join us then, don’t worry. This is a drop-in, drop-out adventure. You can read about the purpose and inspiration behind Sunday Poetry here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read. If you’d like to tell us what…
Read MoreYou Still Have Time to Hug Your Local Librarian
It’s National Library Week. Did you know? I’ll confess I’m not a fan of “Blank-Blank Weeks” in general, but this one’s too important to ignore. I’ve relayed my own memories here of the Gulfport, Florida library where my addiction to reading got its start. At the time many of you commented about your own good…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: The Tiny Bones Inside His Soul
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. We began last month, and if you didn’t join us then, don’t worry. This is a drop-in, drop-out adventure. You can read about the purpose and inspiration behind Sunday Poetry here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read. If you’d like to tell us what…
Read MoreStill Haunted By Things I Don’t Know
Some of you who pop in an out of my Facebook page know that I’ve been working non-stop on character sketches for the first book of my new series, which will debut in August of 2012. Not all authors bother with this. Some are content to allow the character to reveal him or herself as…
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