Crooked Creek by Sue Mattingly
“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” Mahatma Gandhi
Like a Little Blue Bird He ran from room to room, a blur of blue, little legs bouncing in small jerky steps, sliding on the linoleum and sucking butter from his finger tips that had so swiftly dipped into the bowl. He kept looking back over his shoulder, his pale blue eyes both joyful and […]
For as long as I can remember, I have been afraid of spiders. More specifically, I am terrified that spiders will crawl down my collar. My reflexive action upon seeing a spider, no matter how small, is to pull in my neck and hunch up my shoulders making my collar as tight as possible. Lest […]
As I prepared for Traffic Court this evening I knew that all my paperwork was in order, but I was not so sure about proper attire for this occasion. I discussed it with a couple of friends. One vetoed the idea of borrowing a neighbor’s cane and trying for a sympathy vote. She wisely noted […]
A tree, old and weathered I bear not leaves, but the marks of time. On my limbs you can see rope scars where swings used to be. I am a tree. A tree, tall though bent I bear not fruit, but the signs of time. On my trunk, crudely carved, initials and hearts you can […]
He was 70 years old and had never read a book. Living with severe, classic dyslexia was a struggle which left little time or energy for unnecessary activities. Trying to determine if a story was about God or dog should be easy enough, but just to keep it simple he mostly tried to read the […]
The heat had subsided and autumn had arrived with the week-end. The skies were the bluest and the clouds the whitest. The sun was warm and I had planned to enjoy a local festival, but alas, it was not to be. Good wife that I am, I spent Saturday doing all the chores my husband […]
This blog is a Politics Free Zone. You, no doubt, have political opinions. Those who know me personally know that I do as well, strong ones in fact. But, I’m guessing that we have something else in common and that is being so very weary of all the political noise for the past year. It […]
It is September and the summer to autumn metamorphosis has finally begun. While it will not officially be autumn until after this week-end, the long awaited relief from the five month, ninety-plus temperature marathon arrived yesterday. Unfortunately, I will not be in Kentucky for the first cooling breeze promised for tomorrow. As I ride through […]
Crooked Creek by Sue Mattingly 