by Carole Duff | May 20, 2013 | Faith, Family, Nature, Writing and Reading |
My grandparents, both maternal and paternal, lived in Hodgdon, Aroostook County in Northern Maine where folks farmed 6-days a week and attended the East Hodgdon Bible Church. On Sundays, it was essential chores only, and the women cooked in advance – we ate leftovers...
by Carole Duff | May 8, 2013 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
Several years ago, my mother gave me a t-shirt with a saying on it: When my gut says, “No,” my mouth says, “Sure, I’d be glad to.” Mother’s observation proved more and less useful: more because upon occasion I did have two minds, one thinking and the other speaking,...
by Carole Duff | Apr 22, 2013 | Family, Nature, Writing and Reading |
Last week, I brought home 5 flats of vinca major, a couple of sweet-scented viburnum shrubs, a butterfly bush, an assortment of herbs – mint, oregano, rosemary, thymes and sage – and bags of soil prep. Keith helped with the heavy lifting – two truckloads – and...
by Carole Duff | Apr 8, 2013 | Writing and Reading |
“The breadth is thought provoking, intriguing, searching, promising.” “The storyteller’s voice worked. The writer’s voice didn’t work.” “I didn’t like the voices – they got in my way.” “I really liked the voices – it’s an inner theater.” “The first part was a struggle...
by Carole Duff | Apr 1, 2013 | Family, Writing and Reading |
“Why Do Fools Fall in Love” – the song asked those who do. “What Kind of Fool Am I” – posed the question for one who did not. What kind of fool am I who falls in love with the perfect family myth? Baby Boomers like me grew up watching Leave it the Beaver, Father Knows...
by Carole Duff | Feb 26, 2013 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Family, Writing and Reading |
I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. -From Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s In Memoriam A.H.H., Canto 27 “Would you like to dance?” I asked the nattily dressed...
