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
I asked some friends a while ago, "What's your favorite quilt pattern and why?" For some, the choice was hard. Cause really, we like them all. Hard not to. Neatly cut shapes stitched together in geometric wonders gives us a sense of order and art, together in one, cozy covering. Even the old fashioned kinds… Continue reading Pieces
It's a fine pursuit, digging around in one's very own domestic patch. A glimpse of a curve, a twist, a depression in the ground may lead to manifold discovery. These bottle were found over a year's time A jolt of glee surges as an object is freed from the press of time and dirt. How… Continue reading Backyard Archaeology
Lil' Alan and Danny The banjo began as dusk sank over the mountain. A single twang and then another climbed atop each other, up and down the scale. The dobro, guitar, and fiddle twined with the melody...But it always began with the banjo. Little Alan's pulse quickened as he sat by the trickling stream. Lightening… Continue reading Seventh Son
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
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