Snow Scenes – Real and Imagined

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

A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder. ~Susan Orlean Kentucky winters are unpredictable. We might have snow. We might not. When my oldest son was six, he got a sled for Christmas. We did not have sledding snow for years. Then the year he was eleven the heavens opened …

What Dad Believes

Ann H GabhartHeart of Hollyhill

January 20, 1965 Jocie Brooke here reporting from downtown Hollyhill, Kentucky. Exciting news today. Dad got contacted by somebody to do an interview. It’s usually Dad interviewing other folks for a piece in the Banner, but this time the tables were turned and somebody interviewed him all about what went on last fall here in Hollyhill. You remember, don’t you? …

Valentines and Hearts

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

“Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.” – Voltaire  What would life be without love? Isn’t it great that we have a day set aside to celebrate love? In of all months, February. That month of the year when those of us in the northern hemisphere are beginning to be weary of winter. The month when …

Getting Back in Gear

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

It’s been a strange winter for writing. You’d think winter time would be the best time for writing. No sunshine to beckon you outdoors to put your hands in the dirt and plant something. No Spring Fever to make you want to go fishing or clean something like windows. Unfortunately those are two fevers I never get. I’ve been fishing …