Monthly Archives: September 2011

  Dear Meg, Sorry to complain, but I really need to vent. Every year, this makes me so depressed. I used to love everything about the holiday season! Now, it’s a time when I find myself hoping to become sick … Continue reading →

Meandering, clutter and interruptions It just doesn’t seem right to find so many things wrong with someone you have promised to love honor and cherish; but that doesn’t change the fact that I gripe about my husband’s approach to three … Continue reading →

The Question I went to the mountain to find the guru.  I climbed and climbed as the path became more and more narrow, steep beyond all my experience.  I kept on, following the instructions I was given, up and up. … Continue reading →

Here is my result for the Quills and Quibbles monthly writing exercise. Heart’s Content by Marian Allen This has got to be the most boring place on the face of the planet. White sandy beach, just like all the other … Continue reading →

Just My Luck   The morning fog crept slowly over the ground. It looked hungry, like it wanted to devour everything in its path. So much for my hike in the mountains Evie sighed. Her bad luck was holding up, … Continue reading →

Dragonfly by Marian Allen I’m enjoying my brief holiday. I sit on the creek bank watching the fairy-winged insects Gramma called “snake doctors” and think about Hank. He used to like it when I talked to people we didn’t know. … Continue reading →

Bad Medicine The doctor, typically a voluble and garrulous fellow, paused briefly before delivering the news. His eyes were grim and his jaw was set in a particularly uncomfortable-looking way. Test results in hand, he looked distressed. Anna’s sensitive gut … Continue reading →