Raising Hare

(From the Writer’s Digest creative writing prompt “The Tortoise and the Hare”) “They say seeing a turtle on your wedding day brings good luck.” I roll my eyes at my sister’s comment. As the oldest, she was already promised to a young man in town. Ever since that announcement at the dinner table last month, … More Raising Hare

Crafty Critters

Our back yard faces the woods, and so we end up will all manners of wildlife coming through. There are countless types of birds that you can see on a routine basis, if you can identify them. Right now we’ve even got a Jenny Wren nesting in one of the little houses hung up on … More Crafty Critters

Tradition’s Tall Tale

(From the Writer’s Digest creative writing prompt “Bizzarre Family Traditions”) I lean back in my armchair, my grandson on my knee.  He watches me expectantly, waiting for a story.  “It was a long time ago, when I was about fifteen. I—” “How long ago was that?” he interrupts.  His wide blue eyes shine with disbelief … More Tradition’s Tall Tale

My Gateway Fish

It’s been a long time since I would eat any sort of seafood.  When I was a kid, Mom used to make red snapper or trumpeter until the store quit carrying them.  I even liked shrimp, until I was about 7 or 8 and I saw one with the tail still on. My mom didn’t … More My Gateway Fish

2015 Fair Fun

Friday and Saturday were our days at the Shippensburg Fair, and there’s lots of fun to be had, not to mention lots of good food. When we went Friday, as I previously mentioned, I was impatient and had to go straight to the homegoods buildings to check my entries. After that was dinner. They’ve got … More 2015 Fair Fun

Growing Purple

Long story short, there’s purple showing up in force everywhere in the garden. I picked our first purple bell pepper on Monday. There are at least six more on the plants, already all purple and getting bigger. I feel like planting twice as many next year. I can go through bell peppers like crazy when … More Growing Purple

Beginning of Therapy

I know what you’re thinking. No, it’s not lay-on-the-couch-talking-about-my-childhood kind of therapy. It’s for my leg. Really. Now I’ve never been a fan of Physical Therapists. In my past they all seemed to be mean, unfeeling, sadistic creatures that were just intent on inflicting as much pain as possible without the Medical Review Boards coming … More Beginning of Therapy