Category: Writing
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What We Nurture in Art and Life Makes All the Difference
“I think of myself as a sort of farmer; I tend the rich soil of troubled children and nurture them as they grow, “ a social worker once said to me when I told her about my dreams of being a writer/farmer. At the time I had no idea that I would write novels about…
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By the Shores of Solon Pond (8)
Dan’s secret is exposed. “And what of the slaves…” Dan began. “My boy, you read one novel,” Joel said more heatedly, “and you’re a raging abolitionist—it’s a disgrace.” “I’m not ashamed of it,” Dan said. “The injustice of selling families and such. I’m awake to it.” “Oh, wide awake this, wide awake that! If you…
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By the Shores of Solon Pond (6)
“He who tills his own land has food in plenty, but he who follows idle pursuits is a fool.” Proverbs 12:11 Despite his whole-hearted belief in vegetarianism, Waldo’s father possessed not even the slightest hint of a green thumb. Each spring Joel Potter sent his sons to smooth the fields of stones. Piles stood like…
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By the Shores of Solon Pond (5)
Negotiating pay is tricky business for young farmer boy Waldo. His brother’s coughing woke him early. Coffee bubbled below and his father’s slightly burnt corn cakes gave off a sweet, acrid smell. The water in the washbasin was slightly reddened by a clot of his brother’s blood and a wave of yesterday’s worries flooded him…
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By the Shores of Solon Pond (4)
Waldo worries his uncle will find fault with him on the first day of work. Lucian bounded over the hill with his pair of overly enthusiastic yoked calves. One day, he would sell them and set aside the money for his own savings. Waldo envied him a moment until Lucian smiled and waved. “Waldo’s come,…
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By the Shores of Solon Pond (2)
Will a new opportunity keep Waldo from going to school again? (Excerpt from Chapter Two of WIP) The day was low now with only moments left of twilight as he passed his uncle’s farm with its neat stone and wood fence along the road and his prize winning English White cows ambling within the big…
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Your Life on Canvas
How would you want your life to be depicted on canvas? Would your painting be a sedate and beautiful portrait, with lush carpets and Victorian drapery, small dogs panting on your lap? Would you want to find yourself in the vibrant energy of a Van Gogh? Or how about a military masterpiece with you leading…
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A Stolen Tombstone
Why would a person steal from a cemetery? At my favorite family resting spot in the middle of nowhere someone stole the headstone of a Civil War soldier who died of disease before seeing battle. It was early in the war, so his body was sent home. A couple in Florida found the headstone in…
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A Writer’s Calling
You should not expect a return on your love. The idea that you deserve anything in life leads to disappointment. How many times must we suffer disappointment before we make peace with the idea that it’s a sorry part of life? It’s our lot. We expect so much from others and fine things from ourselves…
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Rescue From the Cuckoo’s Nest (pt. 5)
Technically we were off the hook. The doctor at the small general hospital immediately understood that M was overmedicated and agreed that the best thing to do was to send her back to the mental health facility around thirty minutes from our house to have her medications reevaluated. Yet … we knew what M didn’t…
Author Adrienne Morris 