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Thank You, Dear Readers

On November 7 in 2016, I set up a blog on my website. I have posted to it weekly ever since then. The posts turned out to be flash...

House, 1957

For hours after supper, my brothers and sisters and I played in the front yard. The side yard was for hanging clothes. The back yard, for...

When I Awaken in the Night…

I have a little plan I usually follow. First, I pray for anyone who comes to mind. Then I try to fall back asleep. If that does not work...

Teachers and Kids

I talked with my husband on the porch in front of the elephant ears. “Jimmy, who was your first grade teacher?” I asked. “Mrs. Davis.”...

A Fishing Town

Summer heat waves added stress and strain to our corner of the world this August. I often scanned a cloudless sky. Usually, no moisture...

Legacy of a Teacher, Gilbert Morris

This is August. It’s hot. Our granddaughter Haven is staying with us this month. The day starts by making a list of what we’ll do that...

Grownups and Their Coffee Time

It may only last for thirty minutes, but I could count on my parents’ coffee time as predictable and sweet. A nice memory. Today, the sun...

Surprise! Surprise!

This past week was parching. Is the whole world on fire? I wondered. Has every other August been like this? We have two dogs. I let them...

Yellow Jacket Thoughts

Stung five times this past week. They live in secret homes under ground. You do not know they are around, but if you run a mower or...

The Days and Nights of Our Lives

We had a simple meal tonight, but there was something about the order that was appealing to me. Peace in the orderliness? Maybe that’s...