The Midwest is getting hit by snow and ice and in most places it’s bad. You may be able to navigate snow, but you do not screw around with ice; it’s a killer and most people will stay off the roads. It’s just not worth the risk. Having said that, at some point today, you’ll […]
Of Minds and Monsters
It’s said that intellect is what separates us from the animals, in and of itself, perhaps. Broadly painted, it could also be said that intellect is what separates us from trees, computers, or a river. Intellect requires reason, comprehension, and understanding. It suggests that to possess intellect is to be superior to that which does […]
I don’t believe it…
Two days before Christmas, My Muse came down with a cold. Upon testing, we learned, to our amazement, that she has COVID-19. She is crushed. Being a muse is much more complicated than I thought. Such are the ways of the elusive and fickle Christmas Spirit.
Lost that Christmas Spirit again? Time to find a Muse.
The transition from summer’s sweltering heat to autumn’s refreshing coolness, felt first in the gentle, whispering breezes, was always a cue for Lilly to begin the cheerful humming of her favorite Christmas melodies. For me, however, this humming had become a harbinger of what fast approached: frozen water troughs, snow-filled roads, and me repeatedly falling […]
Time…
The last five years have sailed by far too fast. In 2019, I began writing what I called “my novel” and have amassed an enormous pile of notes and papers and assembled “test” books filled, at last count, with approximately 100,000+ words. Stepping back, I realized that the book’s ending was written long ago, it’s […]
While rummaging through some old boxes…
Rummaging about in one’s attic can be quite dangerous, as here, we place what we don’t want others to see. Our attics are filled with boxes, some full, many empty, of holiday decorations, heirlooms, and electronic devices, the latter kept forever on the off chance that a return may become necessary. We keep bags and […]
On being wounded…
Every day, speaking metaphorically, we become wounded in one way or another; that’s life. While the severity of the wound or wounds will vary, the path to begin the healing process remains the same; we must first accept that we’ve been wounded, and second, we must be willing to allow ourselves to be healed. But, […]
Oh My… Farm Life
I have chickens, lots of chickens, thirty-five at last count and they are a noisy lot, always squawking and carrying on about this or that. Today, though, they were louder than usual and I wandered in their direction to see what all the fuss was about. As I approached, I could see that the hens […]
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