What are your favorite animals?
People. I like people.
Favorite Animal?
Author: Janna Hill
Beach or Mountains?
Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?
My question was initially, why do I have to choose?
I enjoy the elements of both environments.
The beach is the earth’s womb; it heals and soothes and renews my soul.
The mountains are full of many wonders and challenges and they get me closer to the stars.
If I have to choose, well…
Can I choose a place where the mountains are so close they almost kiss the beach?
Of course I can—that makes for a beautiful vacation.
Regretfully though, there is no place such as that in my home country and I don’t frequently stray too far from US soil.
So if I must choose beach or mountains for my home…
I choose the forest.
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Greed
This page is from the story of August Wolf which is also found in the short story compilation Greed.
You know what? I just love the cover of August Wolf.
My fondness is not because I designed it; I also designed the different covers of Greed. I just never really loved any of the Greed covers. 🤷🏼♀️
And another little tell-all this fine Tuesday…. drum roll please…
The main character in August Wolf, Jason Carroll, was named after my parents. After all I couldn’t reveal the orderly’s true identity. Putting one of us in danger was enough.
What does A Face in the Falls, August Wolf and The Sharecropper’s Son have in common?
These stories reveal the perplexities, the strengths and the weakness of people that are true to life and like life these stories expose the innate greed present in mankind.
“There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
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Autumn Equinox 2024
Summer Adieu
It’s out of the flip-flops, and back in the Reeboks and long pants dug out of the dust
So long to the tank tops, bikinis and cut offs and lawn chairs left lying to rust
Adieu to the sand dune, the pelican and plain loon
My loves, we’ll see you `fore long
Leaves drop as trees swoon, long past the crop moon
With the scent of a sweet autumn song
Let’s all take a big swill to ward off the night chill
Winter’s a season away
Crank up the camp fire; avoid the ole quagmire
With children perched high on the hay.
More about the Autumn Equinox at Farmers Almanac
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Soldiering On (Despite the Summer Heat)
Time Marches On (Wordless Wednesday)
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Little Rascals (Tuesday’s Tell-All)
I love this photo for so many reasons. I wonder what those little boys are thinking? What one said that created such an expression in the others.
My 5th grandson started playing baseball this year. He, like my other grandsons, is a rascal on the field and off.
The photo made me think of my other grandsons (their ages range from 10 months to 22 years) and some of the things they discuss/discussed.
I imagine right about now I have a grin like the little guy in the picture as I remember how I busied myself, pretending to be unaware while they talked.
Their conversations ranged from bugs to books and dinosaurs and bikes. Rocks and clouds and robots. …
When the older boys discussions evolved to automobiles and girls I busied myself out of hearing range.
And just for clarification, I don’t consider it eavesdropping if I’m in your presence.
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This Heat – Lawd! (Tuesday’s Tell All)
We humans get impulsive and short tempered when we get hot, literally and figuratively.
Science says when the body overheats, it needs to spend energy to cool itself down, that response can come from the prefrontal cortex, the part of the brain that helps people self-regulate.
That explains why people are more impulsive and less likely to think before acting.
I’m not sure if that’s what happened to Savannah Dawn and her mom, but something made them snap.
“Mama had worked up such a sweat the glue melted leaving her eyelashes dangling at an odd angle to her lids. She tried to dislodge them but after a few failed puffs, she snatched them from her face without blinking. They landed like two dead caterpillars at my feet. I quietly picked them up and stowed them in my pocket.”
Excerpt From
Savannah Dawn (Unconsecrated Visions)
Janna Hill
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Summer Solstice 2024
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