On the Scent

Nemo and I take a morning walk almost every day.  Nemo’s particularly fond of snow and ice, and Emilie is not.  Despite this, we find ways to cope.  A regional park not far from my house offers trails through the forest, as well as a wide road that’s plowed at the first sign of snow.  On snowy…

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I Am Quilter, Hear Me Roar!

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. . .  Shhh. . .  Come closer.  You can make a quilt.  Yep, YOU.  Okay, so you’ve never done it before.  Well, everybody had to start somewhere, right?  And I’ve got just the place for you to begin.  One block a month.  That’s all you…

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With a Little Help From My Friends

My pre-Inauguration trip to Florida was not all sand sculpture and walks on the beach.  A lot of it involved eating. . .  no, that’s not what I meant to say.  There certainly was plenty of that, too, but grouper tacos were not the real reason I flew back into the scenes of my childhood. …

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Sand, Sea and Renewal

So yes, I disappeared for longer than expected this month, leaving “Resolutions or Revolutions?” to hold my place here in case new readers happened to stumble on Southern Exposure while I was farther south than usual in Florida.  And no, I wasn’t fomenting revolution, although I was working on my personal version, spending more time with my husband and with friends…

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Shall We Gather by the River?

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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River Take Me Away

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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What’cha gonna do when the river runs dry, oh babe?

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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Planting A Seed

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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