As I placed the log into the black cast iron stove, I watched the orange sparks rise up from the burning embers within its belly in grandma’s parlor. I often stood at its front hopeful that it would make me feel warmer. It usually did at least on the one side until I turned and […]
I remember it as if it was yesterday. The doctor had told my Mom that she might have breast cancer. I wasn’t much more than eight years old and hardly understood what it meant. All I know is that it worried her and she was extremely sad. I was sitting on the bed next to […]
As I walked across the yard this morning the wind whirled around me with a chill that reminded me that today is the first day of fall. I cannot remember a year thus far in my life that has seemed to fly by like this one has.
The cold wind blew hard against the windowpane as I pulled the covers up above my head. I could barely turn over with the heaviness of the quilts which seemed a foot thick above me. The back room of Grandma Kitty’s house seemed a long way from the warmth of the stove in the living […]
Do you ever find yourself enjoying a perfectly good day and then before your know what has happened you find yourself in the midst of a spell of listlessness or despondency?
There are not many instances that we today have an application for such a question. Tunnels are few and far in between in our day-to-day travels unless you live where subways or mountain tunnels are the norm.
You know those little critters that move things around when you are not looking. Mine will leave a drawer open so when I get up in the middle of the night I never seem to miss it. There is nothing like a few vocal exclamation points filling the air as you stumble through the house […]
Many of us find ourselves each morning at least for a few minutes peering into a silver backed piece of glass which reflects back towards us the mirror image of ourselves. We see the teeth as we brush, the pores of our skin as we wash our face, shave, and/or trim the hairs which grew […]
As a youth my Granddad Bill made his way west and when he returned to the Gravelly Spur, he brought with him the stories of the Old West, gunfights, cattle rustlers, ranchers who ran large ranches like kingdoms.
As I look down at the flour on the floor and the straw of the broom as it meets the floor at the edge of heap, I swiftly move it through the white powder. In the motion, my mind sweeps over my memories and I find myself standing beside the table in my boyhood home. […]
