On Jan. 19, Edgar Allan Poe turned (or would have turned) 213 years old. As in the past years so many events were planned for his birthday party in Baltimore and Richmond including the famous Poe Toast. However, due to the on-going COVID restrictions the entire party was moved online. The de…

Walking into the Garrett Museum of Art is a bit like walking through the door of an off-Broadway museum. I am a late comer to this museum, but now that I have found this gem, I will not be a stranger. Tucked away on Randolph Street in the small town of Garrett, this museum is currently exhib…

In the archives of this purple house lives caches of books. Some of the books are actually housed according to subject matter and others are as topsy-turvy as the word implies.

My flight home from Charleston, South Carolina, was the typical for this holiday season. There were delays and other mishaps, but finally the plane landed in Fort Wayne. Of course, it was dark, and I had forgotten where my car was parked. Luckily I had packed sweaters and gloves just for thi…

The Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas, once wrote, “One Christmas was so much like another in those years around the sea-town corner now, out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six…

I had a date last night, and it was great! He arrived at my house promptly at 4:30. I love a date who shows up on time. I was ready and was even wearing my new red Santa shirt.

In 1513 A.D., Fra Giovanni wrote, “I salute you! I can give you which you have not; but there is much, that, while I cannot give, you can take. The gloom of the world is but a shadow; behind it, yet, without read is joy. Take Joy.”

I am in search of the perfect Christmas tree. Oh, not the biggest … not even the prettiest. I am in search of the tree that whispers to me in the forest, or in the lot, or in the backyard.

Santa arrived right on time last night. I think it is one of my favorite days of the year. The light dusting of snow added to the ambience of the evening. I love it when my town all comes together for this event. I love counting with Mayor Richard Hickman and blowing the magic dust to bring …

It was cold this morning. I noticed ice in the garden and frost on the gate as I fumbled with the car keys and then drove through town. Small pellets of snow bounced off my windshield reminding me to get the scraper ready … it is coming!

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