Little Alan sat in front of the old “Warm Morning” coal stove, his backside, a mite warmer than it had been in the early frigid morning—so cold that ice had formed around the inner edges of his window sill. He’d picked a small piece off to slip down brother Paul’s shirt. Probably a good thing… Continue reading Sly Ole Santy and the Three Wise Men: a Seventh Son story
There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven-- Ecclesiastes 3:1 Sometimes I want to push time forward, push aside the misty curtain that hold us all back from the intriguing future, and see--just a glimpse. Just to know, be certain. As if looking across the vast,… Continue reading All Through The Night
"Now! says Time, and lifts his finger,and the leaf on the lime may not linger. When Time utters Now! and lifts his finger, the oakleaf flutters and drifts..." E. Farjeon I've been busy--I suspect you have been too. My words have been flying in all directions but here...from multiple book proposals to writing a new… Continue reading Wither, Whisper
You have arrived. The year is 2018, and it's time to unpack. What did you bring? The years have spun away, yet you've moved ahead. You've had too. Life's requirement, none can stay behind. I suspect you've tossed some excess pieces along the way. But I want to know only one thing: What did… Continue reading Unpacking the Past
There's a lot of missing stories, aren't there? Like my house, emptied of the original furnishings and folks, I wonder if there's anyone alive who can tell me about them... Do you know your grandparent's stories? I bet most of you do. How about your great grandparent's? Not too many of us can recite much.… Continue reading Lost Stories
It began with the windows, enticing me in...tall and unusual for a 1940's house. Freezing inside, the power had been turned off for some time. It's story stalled and stagnant. A fancy stair way with missing ballasts... I loved it from the start. The move was gritty and cold and full of people with… Continue reading Home
"The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly..." Shelley It's a frozen, gray sky time of year and I light my candles often. Something about the small fire alive on the wick, bouncing by its own burn or draft whispering by...I'm caught and brought closer. I feel… Continue reading Story and Spark
"Out of your treasury, dear year, You squander your last blue and gold. Your summer held no days more clear, Although they had no tang of cold. Sweet is the air with which you've swept, The withered leaf along the road..." E. Farjeon Time sweeps me forward without question or delay... And golden… Continue reading Swept
"Great deeds cannot die; they with the sun and moon renew their light forever, blessing those that look on them." Tennyson I have a pile of old things, silent witnesses to old, good deeds. Old trunks, old letters, crumbling photos, keys and clocks...Here I am. About to turn back time and live out a small part… Continue reading The Inheritance
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