Sparkly Ginnie Gaspar and I were together in a Cincinnati Christian writer’s group for about a decade. She was a generation older, but that didn’t matter. Everyone loved Ginnie. She had a generous nature, and she wasn’t one to waste time; she knitted during writer’s critique, and she gave away hundreds of African Violets. Ginnie…
It was twilight on the Front Range of the Colorado Rockies. I was on a prairie road, tired and heading home. The drive was uneventful until there was this brown chicken in the middle of the road. Obviously, the hen had been hit by a car. I whizzed by; it wasn’t road kill yet, sitting so…
If you haven’t noticed, it’s been a year for rocks. I am thinking of new Pluto photos, Volcano Uku in the Lava song/animation, and the other thumbs-up movie Mr. Holmes. Rocks remind me of Lydia and Pauline, two quiet spinsters from childhood, who lived unemployed with their families. Perhaps today we would label Lydia and Pauline…