A Long Life and Three Cats

It was the end of the day and she could finally sit down.  Her feet hurt and were swollen; even the expensive shoes she...

Cookie – My First Dog

Spring was gently working its way to the farm, day by day pushing the winter chill away.  The days were getting warmer and the...

In Our Dreams

The night is cold and quiet, sleep awaits us for only then can we roam free in our dreams. We may travel far and...

Granddaddy’s Walking Stick

Granddaddy was a wood carver for fun and a farmer by trade.  At the end of a long workday, you would find him sitting...

My Best Friend

Stevie was my first friend, long before either of us even went to school.  We often dressed up like cowboys and rode tobacco stick...

The Way Of Being

My Daddy was a quiet man with a silence that was void of sounds; yet, you could feel a powerful and profound essence within...

The Pulse Of The Night

It seems that many creative people come alive at three a.m.  That is when the mind is the most clear and words and images...

The Wanting

Often in life, the wanting is more exciting than the actual getting.  You can imagine how great it will be, what you will do...

The Silent Note

There was a song within her that needed to be written but the keys sit silent, the room filled with a void where the...

The Better Tears

Tears seem to be our emotional register.  They are the nemesis of laughter.  They are ever-present, just off to the side, hidden within the...
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