The Breaths of Nature

Ann H GabhartAnn's Posts, One Writer's Journal

After all, I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood. ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh Every year I love walking to an area on our farm to see some of those miracles of nature. I’ve already shared a few of the photos I took on my Facebook page. I …

A Writer Sees Stars

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As writers go, I have a skin of average thickness. I am pleased by a good review, disappointed by a bad. None of it penetrates far enough to influence the thing I write next. (Rachel Cusk) Book reviews have been around as long as writers have been writing books. I’m guessing that even before books were printed, storytellers around the fire …

Easter Hats on Parade

Ann H GabhartHeart of Hollyhill

April 20, 1965 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Main Street, Hollyhill, Kentucky where if you went to church last Sunday on Easter, you’d better have been wearing a hat or something closely resembling a hat. At least that’s what Aunt Love says.  She even told Tabitha she’d have to wear a hat although I’m not sure she was happy when …

Seeing the Light through Dementia’s Darkness

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A Special Treat I have a special treat for you on One Writer’s Journal this week – a guest post by Kristy Robinson Horine. I met Kristy at the Licking Valley Writers’ Conference when I was signing my books at a writer’s event last fall. At the time, Kristy was the executive director of the conference, but life was about …

Imagining Life’s Coming Attractions

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In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on. (Robert Frost)  I love spring. A time when the spring peepers make music so loud that even with the windows closed I can hear them trying to convince some other peepers to be their dates. I like how one week the trees are winter bare …

Scent of Lilacs and News from Hollyhill

Ann H GabhartHeart of Hollyhill

April 14, 1965 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. Not much to report this week. Dad says that’s good because it means nothing bad has happened. And I say why can’t something good happen that we can report.  But in the newspaper business, bad sells more papers. Like the wind blowing the roof off of Mr. Dexter’s barn last …

Mom’s New Place

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I haven’t talked about Mom for awhile here. Not since I told you we were moving her into The Lantern, a memory care home for those with Alzheimer’s or dementia problems. It’s a very nice facility, bright and open, and the staff are kind and caring.  Even so, it’s been a difficult transition. The first week, we were in the …