I Was Seventeen

I Was Seventeen

Musings, Stories, Writing

I was seventeen with dreams I couldn’t interrupt. I saw my father in the past, my mother still cooking chicken. I was ready to put my foot into the river of life, into experience, into conversation, into love, my hair shiny and curly, my eyes open to everything. I...
Garlic and other things …

Garlic and other things …

Musings, Writing

I was chopping garlic, getting ready to prepare dinner when a waft of pungent flavor hit my nostrils. I stood still looking at tiny bits of a white minced bulb wrapped in it’s own paper. Garlic is packed with nutrients. It is the genie’s bottle. I always use garlic...
WAKING UP

WAKING UP

Musings, Writing

I woke up hearing the galloping of the lake. I pictured mermaids riding high on the crests of the white caps. I swore I heard laughter like bells and songs. I listened, eyes closed, hoping to hear my name called. What bit of a person can lasso that kind of power? I...
Lake Huron

Lake Huron

Musings, Writing

Lake Huron is making a fuss in front of the cottage with rolling waves, white caps, and the wind to stir it all up. The sky is grey-green with a nip of chill, reminding everyone to finish up any summer fun that is left over. I become alive when there is no sweat on my...
Dear Calamity Jane

Dear Calamity Jane

Music, Musings

Here is a beautiful letter from a fan of Stuart’s (Heywood Banks). Dear Mrs. Mitchell My name is Alexis Mitchell, and I came across your website as I was searching out Dear Calamity Jane online. I saw it on your husband’s website, and wanted to know what a...
For Susan

For Susan

Musings, Poetry

South of Cincinnati Where the crows And rivers sing I drove a road Of heartache Like a broken Sparrow’s wing   I saw the sun A-setting In a flood of golden tears And felt you here beside me Like you were In all those years We rambled Up in Houston In our cowgirl...

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