There is something enchanting, magical even, about falling leaves. They don't just flutter to the ground, they dance and whirl, as if enjoying their freedom. Even when they land they aren't content to lie still, they take flight again in a gust of wind or in the wake of a speeding car. I could watch this ballet for hours, except you never know where the next show will … [Read more...]
Finding Our Way Back
When our children were young, Bill and I loved to go camping at the springs and when the kids became teens, we took one Sunday off each month to camp, because Renie and Billy, and Bill and I were all so busy we didn’t have time to be together, or to talk. Yes, we missed church once a month, but we usually had a sweet service of our own, and everything turned out fine in … [Read more...]
A Writer is Born~Part 4
Our little girl grew up to be sweet, successful, and smart and she married a good man, just as our son married an excellent woman. I met Mary Harwell Sayler when she came to teach at a writer’s conference run by our church. Mary is a consummate poet and wonderful teacher and I drank poetry, the reading and the writing of it, like a person dying of thirst. … [Read more...]
A Writer is Born
I was born in Lovelock, Nevada, which was on a Blackfoot Indian Reservation. My dad worked as a meat-cutter for Safeway and when Mother was expecting me, she worked in a laundry. A pregnant Blackfoot Indian, Wapun, worked alongside her, and mother was astonished when Wapun went into labor, got word to her husband, went home, had the baby, and came back all in the same day. When … [Read more...]
