Category: thoughts
Historic Homes No. 1
Sanity in pandemic times
I know that, all things considered with Covid-19, we’re still pretty damn lucky. Aside from an initial scare surrounding the availability of toilet paper we are able to buy food, have potable water, have electricity and internet. We aren’t reduced to the scavenging we see in the disaster movies. (Though, now I think of it, […]
crashing a wake (first draft)
It’s been an odd day and I’m sensing a theme. Mental note: check to see what significance buzzards have with spirits. Let me explain. I was riding early this morning along a local highway, There is a house on that road, just off the route to Polo, with a nasty history, It’s a rental now. […]
What the bulldog wrote…
“Instructions given by the military departments to our troops before the Normandy invasion reminded soldiers that ‘The Nazi slogan for destroying us … was “Divide and Conquer.” Our American answer is “In Union there is Strength.”’ We must summon that unity to surmount this crisis—confident that we are better than our politics.” – 2020
I remember when the word ‘pandemic’ was something you only heard online, on television or in the theatres. It was the territory of writers and filmmakers and, lately, brings to mind things like zombies or wandering hordes of scavengers.I remember when we didn’t have to wonder when/if our neighbors or our town will turn from […]
I remember when the word ‘pandemic’ was something you only heard online, on television or in the theatres.I remember when we didn’t have to wonder when/if our neighbors or our town will turn from ‘we’re in this together’ to ‘you have something I want or need more than you.’What will the trigger be to turn […]
Prelude to “The Whisperer”
The Door Opens “Happy Birthday Mama,” she said, going down on her haunches and onto one knee to pull a stray weed near the headstone. Anna Sharp adopted a conversational tone and made small talk among the graves. From her beginning days, going cemetery to cemetery with her geneaologist mom, she figured the folks buried […]
From the passengers seat
Morgana Haven (working title)….
When you have a grand house, but not a grand income, it can come down around you for years without you realizing how bad it’s getting – a body on a bad diet. Anna glared as she thought about the whiskey decanter in the globe bar in the corner of the parlor, and viciously reminded […]