The forty-eighth writer on the blog is…

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The forty-eighth writer on the blog is the free spirit, Clarissa Vincent. I’ve known Clarissa for several years, through hundreds of email  communications, and have not only learned to love her as a… Continue reading

Always Aim for the Heart

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I have been learning to work the saxophone for over twenty years. I practice on the street in my home town, by busking and earn a pocketful of coins in the bargain. The… Continue reading

Depart With Art

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My last day has arrived and nothing of much interest has happened to write about.  So, rather than force something to come through my fingers in black and white, I’m going to leave… Continue reading

Bread and Whine

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I need to fill the pantry and freezer, it’s Mother Hubbard’s Cupboard here, but I don’t like shopping and tend to put the chore off till there are no excuses strong enough to… Continue reading

Country Quirks and Mysteries

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  In the spring and autumn, when many get the urge to clean out their garage or attic, the road we live on looks like a miles long flea market, with all items… Continue reading

Dumb City Kids

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I can hear a lawnmower in the distance, the first in weeks because of the drought.  Someone must be mowing weeds since they’re the only things growing.   It’s not a loud, harsh sound… Continue reading

The ‘Old New-Antique Country Victorian Waterbed Hutch

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If you read the (blush) introduction, you may have wondered what the heck Felix’s comment about a “rabbit hutch which became a water-bed … or did it become a Moroccan style dining room…”referred… Continue reading

Hummingbird Zen

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  It’s early.  The sun begins to brush a streak of pale golden-peach along the horizon.  I can hear a variety of birds greeting another dawn.  This is a special time.  Serene.   All… Continue reading

Invisible Friends

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  Sheer panic set in after Felix asked and I agreed to write for a week.  What on earth could I possibly say that would hold the attention of such interesting strangers?  Blogging—an… Continue reading

The forty-seventh writer on the blog is…

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The forty-seventh writer on the blog is Gayle Reynolds. I don’t use the word “friend” lightly. I have always reserved it for a very few people; the larger group of what many people… Continue reading