I’m just sitting here enjoying my hot chai latte, looking at the cold logs in the fireplace, trying to visualize a real and cozy fire…… Let’s see, the firewood is outside on the rack. The kindling, lighter, and such are in the kindling box. The only thing that’s missing is the fire. It’s very cool … Continue reading Fall, the Cold, and a Fire
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Closed Doors; Open Doors
In January of my senior year in high school, the house fire that took our home took everything; pictures, clothes, special mementos, and all of the writing I had ever put on paper. At last count, I had written eighty-one poems and song lyrics, as well as the first few chapters and plot lines of … Continue reading Closed Doors; Open Doors
Cindy Chandler Pye 