by Carole Duff | Nov 1, 2021 | Local or Human Interest, Nature |
“Internet’s down,” I said to Keith early Wednesday morning, initiating problem solving. All indicators showed connection, but the browser—as here—said otherwise. Keith rebooted the system but to no avail. So, I used my phone to email Firefly—to establish a written...
by Carole Duff | Oct 25, 2021 | Faith, Nature |
The oak tree was still, silent and motionless but for the wind, rustling the leaves, which had turned brown. The wind no longer challenged the tree to grow and strengthen itself. And, like the Tower of Pisa, the oak no longer stood straight but leaned precariously...
by Carole Duff | Oct 18, 2021 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
“Do you know what this is?” Keith pointed to something growing on the slope behind the dining deck. I set the steamed asparagus and the tomato, mozzarella, and fresh basil bruschetta on the table next to the steak Keith had grilled and walked over to take a look....
by Carole Duff | Sep 20, 2021 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
What is my purpose? “I don’t know what my purpose is anymore,” said the attractive middle-aged woman. We had struck up a conversation while standing outside Phenix Salon suites on Barracks Road. I was waiting for my hairdresser to come unlock the front door and let me...
by Carole Duff | Sep 6, 2021 | Faith, Family, Local or Human Interest, Nature, Writing and Reading |
Happy Labor Day! It’s a gorgeous day here at Vanaprastha, clear, warm and breezy, shirt-sleeve weather. Unlike other parts of the country affected by Hurricane Ida, we received a welcome three inches of rain then a cool front last week. But our summer garden is...
by Carole Duff | Aug 30, 2021 | Faith, Family, Local or Human Interest, Nature |
Over the weekend, I turned seventy. As I pondered the beginning of my eighth decade, Paul Simon’s lyric “How terribly strange to be seventy” played in my head. It’s not the first time his songs from the 60s have colored my memories of adolescence. Or that I’ve...
