Time and Space by Carol Roan

As President of Winston-Salem Writers this year, I feel obligated to attend each and every event, program, and workshop that we sponsor. This month’s membership meeting was “Your Creative Year: Transforming Ideas into Action.” I don’t need an action plan; I need more...

Knowing Your Place

      Something I can never explain, or even fully understand, pulled me back here. – Barbara Kingsolver, Small Wonder    When I read that line in Kingsolver’s essay, “Knowing Our Place”, I felt sad. It made me think of Detroit....

a dilemma

Grounded hope versus wishful hope That’s what one of the women in my writer’s group said about writing. I like that idea. That writing lends credence to our thoughts, substance to our emotions. Fears manifest into monsters and evil-doers. Joy is beget by heroes and...

Fear up close and personal

This morning as I pushed the button to open my garage, I saw something running along the door frame of the double garage door.  I quickly turned back into the house and slammed the door. I grabbed my cell phone and called my husband. I told him what I saw and waited...

feeling Christmas

I have not known what I’m waiting for. Lights? Done Gift shopping? Done Tree? Check Eggnog? Drunk Snow? Maybe. Maybe that would turn on the “I feel Christmas” vibe. But really what I’m saying is that, while I am deeply grateful for the blessings that are mine and I am...

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