On Mothman and Space Acorns [Susan Kimmel Wright]
Have you ever seen something you couldn’t identify or explain? As a mystery reader—and writer—I’ve always been intrigued by things I can’t understand.
Have you ever seen something you couldn’t identify or explain? As a mystery reader—and writer—I’ve always been intrigued by things I can’t understand.
“They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green.” (Psalm 92:14 NIV) Late last spring, like a lot of other people during the pandemic, I experimented with container gardening. Conditions were far from ideal when I took the last, wrinkled grape tomato from the basket and just stuck it in…
Valentine’s Day may be over, but it’s still the month of love. The holiday itself can be stressful for many of us. Did we buy the perfect gift? Can we still get a reservation somewhere? We see other people receiving extravagant bouquets, but our special someone seems to have forgotten all about the big day.…
Does Christmas make you nostalgic? If so, you’re far from alone. This time of year, many of us long, almost painfully, for the traditions we grew up with. My husband and I got married days before Christmas. It came as a rude surprise to discover he expected a star atop the tree, and my family…
How to deal with the perpetual uncertainty of 2020? We know how it’s been dealing with us—economic upheaval and a deadly virus like the devil in 1 Peter 5:8, who “prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.” This is all compounded by the daily indignities of quarantine, masking, and social distancing, lest…
July 4, 1986, we observed Independence Day at the U. S. Ambassador’s residence outside Tegucigalpa, Honduras with our two-year-old son Tony and newborn Francisca. We didn’t know a third adopted child would be joining our lives the next morning…but that is a story for another time. The Ambassador had opened the grounds to any…
June 4 is Hug Your Cat Day (with your cat’s permission). I’ve always had pets and enjoy including them in my novels. As this important holiday approached, and my cat Cirrus scratched off the days in her litter, I started thinking about the cats I’ve shared my life with. In childhood, Puss trotted after me…
On March 19th spring arrived, though signs had been appearing for some time. Daffodils and crocuses had already pushed up through last year’s fallen leaves and a lingering crust of snow. Tiny buds, pale green and pink, swelled at the branch tips. Robins hopped across lawns, pecking hopefully at winter-brown grass, while in the low…
[Susan Kimmel Wright] A Special Autumn Recipe
“There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood…” Every week my fourth-grade teacher passed out our poetry sheets, printed in fragrant purple, from the mimeograph machine. Though I disliked memorization, many of the poems, like this one—”A Vagabond Song” by Bliss Carman—have stuck with me for years. I particularly loved the…
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