On my first day of 7th grade, our science teacher asked us to fill out forms about ourselves. The questions were things like, what is your address, what are your hobbies, and what are your petpeeves. My friends and I had no idea what a petpeeve was and had to ask. I don’t remember my… Continue reading Mondays, Math, and Murmurings
The rain is coming down out there this morning, providing a tune all its own. It’s soothing as I reach over and pet the cats, slide my fingers over the braille in my Bible, sip on a hot, cup of coffee, kiss my husband bye when he heads off to work. At this time 20… Continue reading A Thanksgiving Post
Now, wasn't that title original? I choose not to get involved in the secret Santa scam on Facebook. I choose not to taste dill pickle soup. Choose this day whom you will serve, either the gods your father’s served on the other side of the flood or the God who brought you out of… Continue reading Secret Santa, Dill Pickle Soup, Cats, Teenagers, Bible and Writing
Several years ago, a friend said to me, “Because, after all, the South should have won.” Astounded, I probably stood there with my mouth hanging open. Somehow the subject of the American Civil War came up, and her statement was so far from anything I had ever heard or been taught, I couldn’t say anything… Continue reading A Veteran’s Day Post
Days are shorter, and the air is cooler. I’ve pulled out my moccasins, which really need replaced for a newer pair and my fuzzy, Christmas pants. The family is talking about shopping for Christmas and asking who is coming over for Thanksgiving. Yet, 4 days ago, most of WV was under a tornado watch. Crazy,… Continue reading Busy and Blessed
I am sitting here and listening to the sounds of a town waking up. Traffic is busy up on the highway, a car passes my house every little bit, a truck or big piece of machinery is beeping away, letting folks behind it know that it means business. Someone is using power tools down the… Continue reading Life’s Mysteries, Story Questions
Where were you? Americans have been asking themselves and one another that question for seventeen years. Answers range from school to work, from vacation to home. Many can only say they remember hearing about it, as they were not even born, yet or were just babies. I was here in my kitchen. I had just… Continue reading Where Were You?