When all was said and done yesterday, we got about two inches of snow – not nearly as much as our friends in New Orleans, but still. The day filled with pop-ins from the two grandsons next door, mostly exuberant 11-year-old Owen. Benjamin, recovering from a head cold and nearing the blasé world of teenage, was a bit more subdued. The day went like this.
Serendipity or Lagniappe?
Our long anticipated trip to Alaska brought either serendipity (a happy coincidence) or lagniappe (something additional or extra). You may decide. Whatever it was, it continues.
On July 13, 2007, in Fairbanks, Alaska, our young server asked a question before she took our breakfast order. “Are you a writer?”
Ring In! Ring Out!
For many years, one of my favorite quotes from Shakespeare has been, “And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.” Perhaps this fondness comes from the nature lover or the writer in me or a combination of the two.
Do You Know What I Know?
A Strange Thing Happened in Cherry Hall
On a Wing and a Tear
I Voted!
The Bletchley Riddle
A Time to . . .
I would find it hard to decide if I love most the music of the poetry or the life-depicting meaning of the Teacher in the third chapter of Ecclesiastes with its traditional pairings. I am not alone. Some of my readers will go back far enough to remember Pete Seeger’s classic song “Turn, Turn, Turn” with probably the most famous recording by The Byrds.
Savoring September
Superb Saturday
Binge Reading
Break to You
Normally, I do not look for books with more than one author, but Break to You publicity had an intriguing topic for me – two teens in juvenile detention. Break to You has three authors: Neal Shusterman, Debra Young, and Michelle Knowlden. As a writer, I can’t figure out how you even write with one other person, much less two, but these three have figured it out.
A Daughter of Fair Verona
The Magic of Light and Shadow
Okay, so I borrowed the title of this blog from the current issue of Thema. There is a reason for that. More than a year ago I saw the invitation on the Thema website to write with this theme. Probably a year before that I had written a poem triggered by seeing the wood violets blooming beneath the trees in my yard.