October 3, 1872 Dearest Love, I write this as the leaves change outside my window from green to brilliant red and orange and magenta. A gust of wind must have come up from out of nowhere, and a shower of leaves scattered across the brazen sky, making me smile. I'm remembering the time we went …
…and There Were Roses, Chapter 1: The Call
Chapter 1 Back in the old days, back when it was OK to not wear seat belts and it was OK to stand up in the back of your parents' old Chevy, Louis met Janice. He met her in Piggly Wiggly, when he was with his daddy and she was with her mama, and …
Runaway
July 25, 1975 When it's late at night, I lay in bed and think about Aunt Emma, and how she makes her quilts. She showed me, more than once. I don't think I could ever learn to stitch so close together, and so perfectly. You know, Mother, I have tried. And tried and tried. …
…and There Were Roses
He wasn't sure when he fell in love with gardening. Maybe it was the long days of caring for his babies while his wife worked, and how he fell in love with the peace of the land, and how the shadows hung in the late evening and fell across the rose garden. It wasn't a …
The In-Between of Looking-Up: A Story of Thanksgiving
When you think you have everything, or at least everything you need, you do. But the first time someone says, "You have nothing," it makes you -- or at least it did me -- pause and think. So...this is where the story begins. At least, I think it's the beginning. For the first thirteen years …
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The Gentleness of Deer
The cry...it was a hurting cry, a sound I had not often heard coming from a wild animal. Hearing it went straight to my heart, stirring up emotions I didn't know were buried. And so I followed the wild one's cry, hoping to find it, yet dreading to know where it would take me. I …
Early Morning Shadows
The sun started to break out from the sky slowly at first, almost too slowly, and even though I tried to watch the colors break through, I hardly could tell that the sky turned to pink, then orange, and finally a beautiful red. I thought that it was funny that I couldn't see this sunrise: …
Night
The night was deep. Deep August. Crickets did their chrip-a-churping and the hum of cicadas were heavy, like a thick syrup and Dale couldn't escape. He was stuck there on the bank next to the pond. He couldn't move. He imagined he could move but he didn't like where he'd go. Because he knew. And …
Become
If you chose, you will reach a point where all water eventually reaches, a point where the sides of the rock can't be eroded away, not for many years. You will become like that rock, strong, steady. Then you will begin to make your own way through the water. You will realize that no matter …
Early Morning Shadows
The sun started to break out from the sky slowly at first, almost too slowly, and even though I tried to watch the colors break through, I hardly could tell that the sky turned to pink, then orange, and finally to a beautiful red. I thought it was funny that I couldn't see this sunrise; it …
New Beginnings 