Miraculous Gift of Sunday

Whimsical Crumbs of Writing as They Happen…   

My Little Artist

My Little Artist

Art is everywhere if we extend our antennae to sense it. In the street. At the shop. Or, on the bus. If polished daily, our antennae stay bright like sharp knives, and we will surely be able to pick up, appreciate, and savor life’s beauty. You certainly don’t…

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Something about a woman and going round-and-round

Something about a woman and going round-and-round

Last night, Doc and I just finished reading Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye. Doc is a great reader (like the character, Michael, in the movie The Reader), so I very much enjoy the opportunity of being the sole audience member of such theater each night before bed. To be frank, I hadn’t been…

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