The Sound of Rain
The sound of rain can be welcome or worrisome. Recently it rained almost nonstop for 30 plus hours. Sometimes it poured, sometimes it came in torrents, occasionally it pattered lightly. Our 12 pound Boston Terrier Molly refused to go out. We waited and watched, sending her out into a brief break in the rain, so brief, she returned wet. I remember the welcome sound of rain breaking a long dry spell. When I lived in North Dakota, drought meant tough times for farm families and
Music Speaks to My Son
I sit attentive, listening, sometimes holding my husband Ken’s hand. Emmy Lou Harris is performing. Her voice at 67 remains true; her passion for songwriting and singing still strong. Lines of unwritten poems, dialogue for scenes in a novel in process, somehow interweave with her songs as my mind goes into writer mode.
And thoughts of my eldest son are with me too. Music speaks to my son. I always had music on as a background from the time I became a mother to my eldest son
Porch Thoughts
An Out on the Porch calendar hangs in my home office each year. I used to give my mom one as a gift and a promise each Christmas. The gift was a reminder of our many hours together on her porch and the promise was that I would be there again soon to share porch time. I truly have this thing about porches. Lately as I sat on our screened porch in Florida, I mentally walked through all the places I have lived since I left Saranac Lake, N.Y. when I was 19. I was on a search to u
