Hunting for Red in October



as the maples mark the cooler days
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as the maples mark the cooler days
“That’s what we storytellers do Mrs. Travers. We restore order through imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.” …
It’s that time again–first Monday of the month–unedited, unscripted Sister Time for Soli Deo Gloria, whose tagline is “Inspiring women just to keep it real.” Here’s my 6 minutes’ worth of ‘real’, talking about what’s sitting in the pile of mail on my kitchen counter….precious words and precious music. Here’s the link in case…
I’m recuping from a terrible cold and sinus infection, drowsing through the days with a head full of stuffed cotton. Yesterday I started feeling myself again–Today? Well, I’m almost back to normal. Hallelujah! I can go play outside. And it’s a beautiful day to play. My friend Laura Boggess coined the phrase ‘Playdates with God’…
“The heart has its own time. How incredibly fleet are the happy hours, and how leaden slow the sad ones. The clock cannot hurry the sorrowful minutes a jot, nor clip the wings of the joyous ones!” Gladys Taber, Stillmeadow Seasons When I was twelve years old I ran away. Well, not literally; I just…
Some friends and I were having lunch the other day, discussing various challenges to find the time to write—caring for children, caring for our homes, talking with spouses, all manner of delights and duties. Then there was the other ‘D’—distractions. In between bites of fish and chips I lamented the ease with which I am…
To new followers here–Welcome! And for those faithful readers & friends–an update:Anyone who’s decided to write, edit or release a book in the last nine months of #lifeinthetimeofcorona might be considered misguided, but that’s exactly what I’ve been up to. My book of poetry–Hearts on Pilgrimage-Poems & Prayers–will, God willing, be released at the end of…