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I’ve had many cats in my life because my mother loved cats and my father loved my mother. In the end, he came to love cats too. I had my first cat when I was two, and there were many in between then and my last cat, Gidget. She began her life as one of the various cats in my parents’ life together. When I first met Gidget, my husband Burt and I were living about 20 minutes from my Momma and Pops and were ...
I have kept journals for over fifty years. In these journals I have returned again and again to thinking and writing about love because what matters to me in life is love in all its many manifestations. I read through my journals seeking to find writings that illustrate why love matters to me as part of the never-ending story of life on Earth. I begin here with my understanding of what it means to live life as a human b...
JB and his childhood buddy Lloyd were at loose ends in January of 1941. The winds of war were stirring but not yet raging as they would be after December 7, 1941. JB and Lloyd had been working as crop dusters but there was no such work while winter lasted. They had some money saved, but were now both between jobs and so they considered their options, which were not great in winter in SW Arkansas. They decided to hitchhike to the big city of Little Rock to seek work. Fate had something totally unexpected awaiting them, especially JB.
Winslet had tended the books for many years. Time was hard to keep track of in the bookshop. According to family lore, he had first entered the bookshop in a stroller when his mother pushed him in for a book of stories to read aloud to him. He didn’t know it then, but already the books were speaking to him. When he was six and walking past the bookshop on the way to and from school, he often felt an urge to stop and ling...
The sign on the librarian’s desk read: “Readers Wanted for Project Read Aloud.” Sherene stared at it as the librarian stamped the book that she had selected for her weekly reading fare with a return by date. “There you go,” said the librarian startling Sherene who had been lost in thought. “What is Project Read Aloud?” Sherene asked. “Thank you for your interest. Here’s th...
They hadn’t seen each other in thirty-five years. They had met when they were young and in love with two men who were good friends. Now, both those lovers were dead and they still lived. Corinna’s mind was filled with images of those days long ago. The immediacy of her friendship with Hensley went back to those youthful days of yesteryear. Their friendship had lasted all these years and been sustained through telephone a...
The Great Awakening that brought about tremendous changes to the world came in stages and phases to most humans. Sadly, for many, it came through loss of loved ones and things. Many people died and many material things disintegrated or simply became outmoded and valueless. Steadily transformation occurred through life’s tenacity and humans’ ability to adapt. Sabrina’s awakening came in both a mundane and ...
I have decided to write down here in my diary everything I can remember about what happened to me and how I came to live elsewhere. Today I found myself waking along a trail through a redwood forest that had somehow survived human mishandling of Mother Earth’s gifts. I stopped and stood before it in awe. I looked down to where the base of the tree united with the ground. I spied a door complete w...
The sky was heavy with snow clouds, and it had already snowed a lot. Eight-year-old Careena stepped off the school bus, and glanced at the sky. Her galoshes sank into the snow as she swept the bus stop scene with her eyes. Her heart lurched. Lucky wasn’t there to greet her tail wagging. Her faithful Lucky was always there, but not today. Where was he? She felt like someone had kicked her in the stomach. Panic s...
Lydiana’s love of horses seemed to have always been a part of her being. While in high school, most of the others in her birth group couldn’t care less about these long-ago legendary creatures that were often in stories from the Before Time. Her birth-groupers were passionate only about the latest tech inventions created for “Get-Aways,” where they could virtually exist as if in a real world without real world consequen...
May, 2022 Dear One, Time rolls along like waves lapping the shore…past, present, and future…somewhere, some when, lapping, moving in and out with the pull of the moon, and the rotation of the Earth. Thus, time moves on. Here you are having reached three quarters of a century in this life time so far. I suppose you cannot help but wonder if you will live on Earth for a whole c...
The three kittens were almost ten weeks old when their mother went out hunting one night and never returned. They were all weaned and their humans had been feeding them milk and chicken hash for about a month when they were orphaned. The first morning without their mother who had continued to sleep with them in the warm box their humans had provided, the kitten named Adam awoke early. He missed...
I have always loved horses and still do. When I was four years old, I began to fervently wish for a horse of my own. My parents lived in a new housing development in California without a horse in sight, but my grandparents lived in a small town in the southwest corner of Arkansas and had eighty acres outside of town of fenced beautiful woods and pasture land. I spent the summer I was four years old with them and it seemed like I saw horses everywhere. There was a ramshackle old barn on their eighty acres, but no horses. I had my birthday ...
LIska lingered by the embers of the fire after family story telling ended. The stories had invoked long told remembered images of light. Stories remembered for generations and cherished by the Elders who passed those stories along to the young ones. Liska pondered. She asked herself, so what is light? Why do we miss it so, even now that it has been gone for so very long? No one in her family, not even the family Elder, ...
Rosa hadn’t expected to inherit the rambling old Victorian house and its contents after her great grandmother Rosina’s passing, since Gran, as she called her, had never spoken of her plans for the house once she was dead. Nevertheless, Rosa did inherit and here she was exploring in the attic. With trembling hands, she lifted the heart-shaped, rosewood box from the drawer where she found it in Gran’s chest whic...
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