the untimely demise of a kitten named Butterball
I never liked cats. Not really. They seemed… well, gross. All their licking and hair and eating dead rodents. But then we started milking cows and a half grown kitten showed up. My husband called her...
View Articletwenty-twenty vision
I think of it as the summer I learned love. My move to the little house with the apple tree and lilac bushes was marked in my mind for a reason far deeper than a change of residence. It was the summer...
View Articleend of {maple} sugaring
The wind was chilly but the sun shown warm. I snuggled the boys into jackets and shoes. “We’re going to the woods,” I told them. “We’re going crazy in the woods?” D asks with a grin. He’s teasing me...
View ArticlePieces of the Sky
The forests of my childhood were wrought with adventures and breathtaking beauty. Land marks set boundaries and our world spanned several acres of wooded terrain. On one side was the man-made cave,...
View Articlepolka-dots {in the snow}
Snow dripping off his hat, cheeks glowing pink, he gasps for breath, “I think I saw polka-dots in the snow!” “Really?” I smile, quizzically. “Yes! Three polka-dots! I’m thinking about what it could...
View ArticleThe Parable of the Silver Locket {A Mother’s Day Post}
She dreamed of it from the time she was a little girl. Someday, beyond the tomorrows, she would be big enough to have her own. A beautiful silver locket. Some girls scoffed at the idea of a locket....
View Articlestarless wonder
The stars and moon are shrouded by clouds. Sounds of a banjo playing leak from the barn. Sunday night. My husband’s smile. “The cows make more milk on bluegrass,” he says. I step from the barn and a...
View ArticleWriting Your Story {when it intersects with other peoples}
What if Your True Story Exposes Someone Else’s Dirty Laundry? This question has been floating around the blogsphere for a little while now. How do I write true, write honest, write raw, when telling...
View ArticleOde to Laundry {scaling decades and continents}
They say the only things sure in life are death and taxes. I beg to differ. Laundry is a pretty sure thing. Maybe not the actual doing of laundry but most definitely the need to do laundry. My first...
View ArticleRosaliqua and the Five Goudes
Rosaliqua rolled over and opened her eyes just the tiniest bit. From her spot on the floor she could see through the palm frond walls to where the family donkey was braying. She started to close her...
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