Sage of the South
It’s not that I hate saying it; I hate having to say it. Arty rules are rubbery.
When writing, whether for a fiction market or in a memoir, the rules aren’t immutable. 570 more words
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Paula Reed Nancarrow
Actually, a few days more than a month. This was an unanticipated break in my exploration of the art of contentment. 1,082 more words
4 days, 2 hours ago
Long before recycling became popular—now mandatory in most counties in California—our single trash barrel for a family of four was seldom half-full for the weekly pickup. 431 more words
6 days, 4 hours ago
Books Can Save A Life
“Hold out your hands and let me lay upon them a sheaf of freshly picked sweetgrass, loose and flowing, like newly washed hair… Hold the bundle up to your nose. 542 more words
6 days, 11 hours ago
Laurie Snow Turner
It finally came.
The day I’ve been looking forward to for 10 years.
I went to see my oncologist yesterday and she said, “Congratulations. You have graduated from oncology.” 711 more words
1 week ago
The first time I met Rosey, I almost didn’t meet Rosey. I had been warned that she was having health issues, so I assumed the worst when no dog met me at the door. 1,067 more words
1 week, 1 day ago
How am I doing?
Oh, I guess I’m doing fine
It’s been so long now,
But it seems now, that it was only yesterday
Gee, ain’t it funny, how time slips away… 812 more words