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November 3rd, 2015

Indian Summer

  For over 200 years, The Old Farmer’s Almanac has adhered to the saying, “If All Saints’ (November 1) brings out winter, St. Martin’s (November 11) brings out Indian summer.” So I guess according to them it is technically not Indian summer. However in this case, it is warm 70’s and has followed a period of […]


June 15th, 2015

A Great Void part 3

Sitting on a small bench by her husband’s headstone, Zora was waiting. Clyde spoke. “How was Ben today?” Zora chuckled in short bursts, like she was hiccupping. “As usual, didn’t have much to say.” Since Mary died, Clyde had not found anything funny, but this made him smile. “Not much different than when he was […]


May 31st, 2015

A Great Void part 1

I have very fond memories of memorial day, or decoration day as we often called. We prayed the peonies and iris would bloom in time to make bouquets. My aunt and I would carefully pick the blossoms, put them in bunches, and place them in large buckets of water. Next we’d load them into the […]


February 1st, 2015

Clara May Wilson

I’m Clara May and you might think May is my last name because very people call Miss Wilson. It’s usually Miss Clara May. Before retiring, I taught high school English. They call me a spinster because I’ve never married. To me it’s a disparaging label. I’m not some crabby old maid who spends her life […]


January 5th, 2015

Name Without a Date

A cloud of dust blowing my way on New Year’s Day twirls like a dust devil dancing in pirouettes toward me. The ground is frozen. Where does this dust come from? It pursues me like my shadow. When I stop its twirls inch closer slowing with each revolution until it becomes a billowing dark, black, […]


December 22nd, 2014

A Child’s Avent

  Waiting for Christmas was hard for a kid. Hours seemed to be days and days months. There was anxious waiting for fudge, divinity, tree decorating, and putting baby Jesus in the manger. It seemed as if Christmas Eve would never come. And why on that night did anyone think I could sleep? Though, I […]


November 23rd, 2014

Remembering to be Thankful

      Thanksgiving reminds me of going to Grandma’s house and being with all my aunts and uncles and helping Grandma to make quilts. SCRAPS Some quilts will never keep her warm, that’s her reality and she’s okay with it. Jacob’s ladder, once her sister’s blue Easter dress, scraps from Kentucky to her Illinois […]