by Carole Duff | Apr 17, 2017 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
On mornings like this, snuggled warm in bed with windows open to cool spring air and bird calls, I transport back to my childhood in Connecticut. Those early sensory experiences claim my memory like anchors dropped and never weighed. And yet… “…you are not to spend...
by Carole Duff | Apr 10, 2017 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Nature |
Early last Saturday morning, Keith and I heard a drum-like thump on one of the dining room windows. We hoped for the best—a glancing blow. Not this time. “This is so sad,” Keith said as he picked up the body on the deck below the window, “come see.” It was a male...
by Carole Duff | Apr 3, 2017 | Faith, Family |
“Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today. Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam within a dweam. And wove, twue wove, wiww fowwow you fowevah and evah… So tweasuwe youw wove…” -The...
by Carole Duff | Mar 27, 2017 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
Ordinarily, I don’t pay too much attention to popular culture, or try not to. You know, those Yahoo and Facebook links that masquerade as news, the ones I waste time pursuing every morning. But last week, I read a series of reflections about the Law of Three, written...
by Carole Duff | Mar 20, 2017 | Local or Human Interest, Writing and Reading |
“This is not a true story,” playwright Emma Whipday wrote in the program notes. “The Judith Shakespeare you’re about to see did not exist. Shakespeare did have a sister, called Joan; she married a hatter, and lived out her life in Stratford-upon-Avon. To our...
by Carole Duff | Mar 13, 2017 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
This past weekend, I made an overnight trip to New York City. “What in the world are you taking?” Keith asked as he hefted my duffel bag into the back seat of the car. “It’s only one night.” And thirteen hours in the Quiet Car, round trip. “Oh, just sundries, boots,...
