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6 Anthropomorphism Stories
Author’s Note: Shady Hollow is a tale of woodland creatures, and from time to time the contemplative reader may pause to wonder precidsely how a town funtions with foxes and rabbits as tenants of the same building, or how a mouse and a moose can chat eye to eye. Keep in mind, gentle reader, that…
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The Bookmark: September
Blossoming Almond Branch in a Glass with a Book, Vincent van Gogh,1888, oil on canvas, Arles, France. It’s the end of September and time to review the current reads. I slowed way down and finished only two books this month, but I certainly enjoyed them. I hope they sound interesting to you and you give…
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The Beauty of Discipline
In January of 2026, one reader commented that her word of the year was ‘discipline.’ This post is for you, W., and for me, as you will see. Discipline is training that develops self-control, obedience, or order, and it can also mean a specific branch of knowledge or study. (Merriam-Webster) It carries overtones of punishment…
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Autumnal Reading Inspirations and Recommendations
Make a large cup of tea and get comfortable. We are going to talk about fall reading! Since September is considered ‘the other new year’, now is a good time to reassess your reading life and to choose some books with intention and anticipation. Autumnal books have atmosphere and awaken a feeling of nostalgia, decay,…
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How Can I Write in Times Like These?
Writers often discredit their work. The ‘real’ world is falling to pieces, whether politically, emotionally, financially or whatever. Bigger things should be done than sitting quietly at a desk writing words that may or may not ever be read. I have never heard someone say, How can I knit in times like these? Or how…
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Harvest Song
Riding down the country road, nothing’s lonely asa dirty pickup truck, a creaking saddleand wind blowing;nothing’s empty asover the open plaina desert skysifting the sand;nothing’s sadder thanwandering trails,always searchingthe golden fieldsfor a dream;you’ll only hearthe warm autumn sunturning the grain to gold,the song of the saddleand old days rememberedwhen you are lonesome, too;searching the skywhen…
