Writing and Rambling


Carl   Carl always asked for tea. It was an unconventional choice.  In a small rural community where guests were always offered cups of steaming black coffee, hardly anyone ever asked for tea.  But Carl always did. He was a…
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Snow They are magic– those first few, floating flakes. They fall, soft as featherdown.  If you are very quiet you can hear them softly giggling.  Your breath is a moment of warmth hanging motionless in the air. Time seems to…
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Blue This has been a year of blue, at least for me.  It reminds me of that time right before dawn, when everything is monochromatic and looks almost the same.  We have battled the blues on every level– from missing…
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