Quarry House on the Web. The 47 failed pictures,. The twelve failed poems,. The stories balled up and tossed. That litter my study floor. You do not see the glorious failures,. That leave others who know you best .

This means the butterflies are spending a lot of time lighting on dead things in between landing on the still vibrant milkweed and coneflowers. My friend Nancy over at Tales you Win.

A little bit of everything! By Lesleigh Ann Schaefer. This coming Saturday, August 2nd, it will be a year since my mammogram showed something. A diagnosis of Breast Cancer, actually any type of cancer, changes you. For me, I hope it is for the better.

Wherever you go, there you are. I used to be driven. That license to drive may have been the last step in my journey to complete independence. Or it could have been a lake. It took me almost four days.

See ye no strangers; rather see all men as friends, for love and unity come hard when ye fix your gaze on otherness. Hummingbirds and oranges for the holidays. A friend sent a gift of many delicious lemons from one of her trees last week. The oleander trees have flower buds, while a tall sycamore flaunts dark yellow feathery flowers three stories above us. Meanwhile, across the region marches a se.

The world as I view it. Jim Casto, feeding his koi and catfish at Ohio Log House. When we first discovered Ohio Log House. I had no idea how hard I would fall in love. And not just with the house. Pulling up, the place was even more p.

8230;and if you grew up with Bob, my grandpa, that immediately brought giggles or looks of tell us more! I belong to an unbelievable group of creative people and we were asked to write something using this title. Instead of creepy, I would rather tell you about a story told over many generations and five decades. I felt good about my helpful self. But soon things started to crumbl.

Late in the season,. I wake up to the first battle,. The simple act of waking, a skirmish,. The turning point of the day. I talk with the woman I love,. Her voice waking me from full moon dreams,. Pushing aside the dark lies. My feet hit the floor. The words, always the same,.