Kathryn, my garden apprentice is back for another season! .

A blog by Paula J Wray. Hawthorne, Wild and Fair. A bird must have planted the tree. I would have judged the spot too close to the house. But birds and seeds have no such restrictions, and so this wild Hawthorne tree is close enough to the window where I drink my morning cup of tea, I could reach out and touch it without moving from the pillow I lean against on the window seat. Yes, I go to church at Our Lady.

Life in the Boomer Lane. Musings of a former hula hoop champion. Older Men, Younger Women Update. I found out about a month ago that a woman, J, who, throughout most of high school and college, was my best friend, was on Hospice care in a nursing home outside of Philadelphia. She was in the final stages of emphysema.

Just thinking about what the Shepherd said.

This is a one-sentence-story, or as a group of my writing friends like to say, One and Done. A one-sentence-story is one sentence that not only paints a vivid picture of what is happening right now, it gives a HINT of what came before and a HINT of what may come after. All stories are supposed to have a beginning, middle, and end. A-one-sentence story incorporates all three components in just one sentence. This entry was posted in One and Done.

Sun Grins and Patent Leather Shoes. Once upon a time, when Grammy was a little girl, before she ever was a Grammy, and everyone still called her Paula Jean, she lived in a little yellow house with her mama and daddy. Once upon a time before Grammy was a G.