Skunked Again
It was 7 o’clock on Sunday morning. The sun rising across the Rockfish Valley illuminated snow-capped mountains, leafless trees and fallow fields. Keith was on his second cup of coffee. “Has Freya come home yet?” he asked. “She’s been out for a while, and...
Thanksgiving
Did you ever do Scratch Art in grade school? Here are the three steps: Using different colored crayons fill a piece of drawing paper with shapes and patterns. With a black crayon only, color the entire page again covering all previous colors. Take a pointed object...
Moments and Memoir
It’s two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon at WriterHouse in Charlottesville, and I’m the Open Hours volunteer. Since a lively creative nonfiction class meets in the small classroom next to the reception desk, I plop my purse, travel mug with green tea and iPad on...
Walking the Mountain Road
I’m Heathcliff. Remember me from three Christmases ago? I’m a good dog. My buddy Freya and I walk the mountain road to fetch the mail. That’s her biting my leg. She gets excited. Anticipation. We trot together for a while. Then Freya decides to run down the ravine...
Love, Love, Love
“All you need is love,” sang the Beatles who coined this 60s slogan. Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant… wrote Paul whose 1st century definition in 1 Corinthians 13 rings during many wedding ceremonies, including mine. Faith,...