by Carole Duff | Mar 20, 2023 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
A story has to have a central narrative and a moral or a point. A plant’s life story Despite this morning’s chill, one brave little Virginia Bluebell lifted its head, craving the warmth of the sun. Spring has arrived early here at Vanaprastha. Daffodils, vinca, and...
by Carole Duff | Jan 9, 2023 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
Yesterday at church, we celebrated Epiphany, a commemoration of the coming of the Magi as the first manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles. The Magi were the “three kings” who came from the east, following the star and bringing gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh....
by Carole Duff | Dec 12, 2022 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
“Although I’ve been praying and querying, the simple truth is my manuscript might not get picked up for publication,” I said to a former Memoir-in-a-Year classmate. We were attending our colleague’s book launch party, which I wrote about last week. I shrugged. “So,...
by Carole Duff | Dec 5, 2022 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
An instant happening, coming immediately, a precise moment, a very short space of time. Instant Coffee Change I had hoped this moment would never come but couldn’t avoid the reality. Coffee, including decaf, sent my urinary system into immediate distress. Tea...
by Carole Duff | Nov 7, 2022 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
Today dawned full of purpose. Weekend rains—which arrived after the 1951-ers’ lunch here on a glorious Friday—left a carpet of leaves to sweep from the dining room greenhouse windows and off the deck. There are dogs to walk and neighbors to check on, cooking to...
by Carole Duff | Oct 10, 2022 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
To begin to be, to become, as here with fall coming to Vanaprastha. From foreground to background: marigolds clustered in bloom, spice bush leaves yellowing, river oak grasses going to seed in the meadow in front of the house and behind, maples tinted red. When...
