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...
by Carole Duff | Sep 26, 2022 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
In the more open places are little lavender asters, and the even smaller-flowered white ones that some people call bee weed or farewell summer. From “An Entrance to the Woods,” by poet, essayist, and farmer Wendell Berry. Farewell summer Only when we bid...
by Carole Duff | Sep 5, 2022 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
A week ago, I celebrated a landmark birthday plus one, entering my eighth decade, time to question the root of the matter: aging. The root problem I noticed it two decades ago, the pull of gravity on my face, my breasts, and now my derriere. Once I was like a young...
