Tag: Adrienne Morris
By the Shores of Solon Pond
A sneak peek at the first chapter of my next novel about a good-natured farmer boy who escapes to fight in the Civil War after a dreadful accident at home. Take it in! The crickets insisted. Everything bursting with life! The gold and silver riches of the sun setting on this fine autumnal afternoon! Yes,…
Are you afraid of your dreams?
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt “Do you think you could help deliver human babies now?” my daughter asked after I had to go in to help a mother ewe deliver her two lambs. “I promise to be on hand when you deliver your first baby…
“Yes, I too think there is lots to be said for being no longer young: and I do most heartily agree that it is just as well to be past the age when one expects or desires to attract the other sex. It’s natural enough in our species, as in others, that the young birds…
Fiction: Thankful Crenshaw Misses a Step
“William, I’m so ashamed of myself—truly—you must forgive me. I’m just so annoyed over Miss Peckham.” “Why? Because you need to be the center of the universe at all times? Come to your senses,” William said as he pulled a bottle of whiskey from under the tablecloth and filled a large glass to the rim.…
Where the West Begins (SAGA FRIDAY)
Out where the handclasp’s a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That’s where the West begins; Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter, Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter, That’s where the West begins. Out where the…
Fiction: A Drunken Night
“How dare you lecture your cousin! You’ve really put her in a pickle. It’s well-known you owe half the whores in town and have high tabs at the dram shops. You should confess instead of hiding behind your supposed infirmities.”
Family Saga Friday (LINKS)
The family saga chronicles the lives and doings of a family or a number of related or interconnected families.
Novel Inspiration: A Deserted Girl
What if you’re the favorite child and grow up beautiful in a house of secrets? You’re a smart girl and learn quite young how to skirt your parents’ anger with a smile and outward compliance. Your rebellion comes late and turns in upon itself. Your admirers see a blue dress and a seductive impetuosity. Your…