by Carole Duff | Nov 17, 2014 | Writing and Reading |
It’s two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon at WriterHouse in Charlottesville, and I’m the Open Hours volunteer. Since a lively creative nonfiction class meets in the small classroom next to the reception desk, I plop my purse, travel mug with green tea and iPad on the...
by Carole Duff | Nov 3, 2014 | Family, Writing and Reading |
Mother parks her walker beside a blue cushioned booth in the assisted care dining room while Daughter unloads the red cafeteria tray. Mother wears deep purple corduroy pants and matching white and purple flowered turtleneck, an attractive and serviceable ensemble for...
by Carole Duff | Oct 27, 2014 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
“All you need is love,” sang the Beatles who coined this 60s slogan. Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant… wrote Paul whose 1st century definition in 1 Corinthians 13 rings during many wedding ceremonies, including mine. Faith,...
by Carole Duff | Sep 29, 2014 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
“Awk, there’s crick in my left shoulder,” I said to Keith. I grabbed the shoulder with my right hand then massaged and shifted it one way and another trying to work out the crick. “If I could just get it to click back into place, everything would be fine, you know?”...
by Carole Duff | Sep 22, 2014 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
Three years ago, the red oak trees here at Vanaprastha produced a bumper crop of acorns. When the wind blew, acorns peppered the deck and roof like hail stones. Keith and I thought this was a response to the disruption of building the house, as if the Oaks were...
by Carole Duff | Sep 7, 2014 | Local or Human Interest, Nature, Writing and Reading |
“Carole, have you seen the dogwood tree outside the dining room windows?” Keith asked one morning in late August. “You really should get a picture now before it changes.” “It’s drizzling, and the light’s not that good,” I replied. “If you wait until conditions are...
