She had hair white as snow, and she was short, with a slight bend forward in her back from years of leaning over a counter and stove preparing meals. She always wore a flowery dress buttoned down the front, or so it seemed. Her voice was worn out. It had a sort of raspiness toContinue reading “The Great Grandmother”
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The Creek Bed
In the woods next to our childhood home, there is a creek bed. It’s dry during the summer as there is little rainfall, but it flows wide open during the fall and winter months because of more rain and the occasional snow. As mentioned in my previous post, I rescinded my membership in the “playingContinue reading “The Creek Bed”
The Itch
I’m not a big fan of itching. I don’t know anyone who is. I’ve always wanted to take a trip through the wilderness. One of my favorite authors is Louis L’Amour. My favorite book of all time is Jubal. I’ve only read it three or four times, but every time I have, I get aContinue reading “The Itch”
Little Packet of Memories
I’ve had a blog since 2009. My first post was on September 30, 2009. I was nineteen. It was a post about nostalgia. This post will be similar. I will be reminiscing about my nostalgic post. It’s interesting how one can make a memory, store it, and then remember it decades later. But it staysContinue reading “Little Packet of Memories”
The Snow
The air is calm, without a breeze As the cotton flakes drift down And land atop the limbs of trees Snow on snow, the only sound A splendor of the purest white Is blanketing the earth below It’s cloak augments the smallest light An incandescent gleam of snow
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