by Carole Duff | Jun 29, 2020 | Family, Local or Human Interest |
Thursday evening, Keith and I walked into the Ivy Inn Restaurant, located in an old house in Charlottesville. Face masks in place, we greeted the hostess who checked our reservation and showed us to an outside table on the large covered patio. It was the first time...
by Carole Duff | Jun 22, 2020 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Family, Local or Human Interest, Nature |
One afternoon last week, Cato puppy and I headed to the mailbox. Freya dog loves to run in the woods but doesn’t enjoy walking on the road—perhaps the gravel hurts her paw pads. And these days, Heathcliff dog is too old and arthritic to make the trip. So, it was just...
by Carole Duff | Jun 1, 2020 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Family, Local or Human Interest |
I was not my best self this past weekend. On Friday night, for some reason I chose to pick a fight with Keith over some petty, perceived slight. When Saturday dawned, I couldn’t see or feel any of the day’s beauty, only sorrow, though I’m not sure why. Maybe I...
by Carole Duff | May 25, 2020 | Faith, Family, Local or Human Interest |
After dropping Keith in front of Trinity Lutheran Church in Crimora, Virginia—he had elder duty—I parked the car and ambled toward other congregants, saying good morning along the way. Trinity is the original home church of Bethany Lutheran in Fishersville, and it was...
by Carole Duff | May 4, 2020 | Faith, Family, Writing and Reading |
December 3, 1943. “The secretary of war desires me to express his regret that your son has been reported missing in action…” Joy Neal Kidney’s grandparents Clabe and Leora Wilson received two telegrams like this and a third—the death of yet another child. In Leora’s...
by Carole Duff | Apr 13, 2020 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Family, Local or Human Interest, Nature |
It rained last night here at Vanaprastha—more than I’d imagined while lying in bed and listening to that comforting sound. Early this morning, when I opened the door to walk our new puppy Cato, I heard the roar. The ravine’s moss-covered, slow-trickle was now a...
