1. We now interrupt our regular Thirteen Thursday Program to bring you this message: This is not your average Thirteen Thursday. This is not Typepad. But it is my birthday. 2. When I heard that my server was shutting down, I kicked up my heels and followed the yellow brick road over to a new […]
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Maybe age is a clock to wake us from dreaming … or maybe it is the dream … like counting the number of pages in a book … when we should be reading the story … Colleen The smell of burning sage drifted in the air. Later, it was the Frankincense oil we were […]
The following was written via a prompt from Sunday Scribblings. I woke up this morning trying to remember my childhood closet. What was the door to it like? Did it have the same clear glass doorknob that the door to my bedroom had? If I could see the doorknob, remember the feel of the cut […]
The following was originally a WVTF radio essay. It appeared in The Floyd Press yesterday, May 10th, titled “It’s Never Too Late to Get to Know Your Mother,” and on Loose Leaf last year with more photos, the uncut text, and a link to a story about writing and recording it HERE. Last December a […]
1. DID YOU HEAR THAT SOUND? I JUST FELL OFF MY CHAIR!!! That’s what I said to my blog friend, Patry, after reading the email she sent me with the subject line: the strangest coincidence ever. At the same time she discovered that one of her cousins used to live here in Floyd, she also […]
I spin the alphabet wheel hoping to land the right letters the ones I can add to the others I have for a winning combination If I’m lucky I’ll score a whole verse in an unbeatable streak of right words for the pay-off prize preferred by poets the rave reviews of critics
The first porch vacation in May didn’t happen on the porch. It was too wet and cold Saturday morning, so we lolled around on the living room couch and watched the world from the window. Soon, I couldn’t contain my excitement. “Look, the bluebird of happiness!” I squealed to Joe, as I spotted a robin’s […]
The following aired as a WVTF radio essay on June 15th. “Mom, what do you want to be when you grow up?” My son Josh asked me once when he was a little boy. I smiled and indulged him with an answer, “Probably a farmer.” Both Josh and his younger brother Dylan regularly gave thanks […]
The following was written for the Sunday Scribblings prompt, ocean. The back burner on my stove makes a faint whine that reminds me of a foghorn. Its deep and distant drone is like a lullaby I remember from my childhood. “The ships are all safe and the children are warm and loved,” it seems to […]
Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You. ~ Dr Seuss “Look, there’s a house turning the corner,” Kathleen announced. We all leaned towards the café window, some of us stood up to get a better look as a truck hauling a mobile-home made […]
1. When we were kids we thought the two bones that stuck out under our shoulder blades were where our wings would go when we died and became angels. Doing the Sunday Scribblings prompt on “wings” last week reminded me of it. 2. Have you ever noticed that being forced to overhear a loud cell […]
