A single pink rose rested on the table. This piece was written for a writing contest that required having a little black book and $20,000 incorporated into the story. Ben and Nan sat at the side of their uncle’s casket, Uncle Zack’s casket. They had arrived early for the visitation and now were the onlyContinue reading “UNCLE ZACK”
Author Archives: Judelaine
Heart Hugs
To Aboriginals, dreams and inner promptings are as real as the telephone or radio to us. Carl Jung called these connections synchronicities and suggested that they lie outside the normal confines of causality and physical law. They are not restricted by time or space and transcend the boundaries between matter and mind. – Physicist, DavidContinue reading “Heart Hugs”
The Valentine Box
I love Valentine’s Day. I love red hearts and lace doilies, heart shaped boxes of chocolate candy, sentimental messages in beautiful cards and silly messages in funny cards – – “Roses are pink. Your feet really stink.” I love large February snowflakes that can be heard and felt when they thud on my parka. IContinue reading “The Valentine Box”
Excerpt from Lost and Found and Found Again: A Math Mystery
We Encounter Hitalittle Bear Dog had been waiting for me at the door. He was talking to an old man who appeared to be able to understand dog talk. Bear said, “Here comes my friend.” And the old man answered, “I’ll open the door. It’s a little big for you and your buddy.” “Thanks,” BearContinue reading “Excerpt from Lost and Found and Found Again: A Math Mystery”
Coon Hunting
Besides being a trapper, my father was also a hunting guide, mainly guiding nighttime racoon hunts. This was a popular sport in Illinois during and after the Depression. Besides being a great way for men to get together at night to swap jokes, wade through bogs, and chase baying hounds, if a coon met itsContinue reading “Coon Hunting”
Mama’s Goat Barn
(Excerpt from the memoir Nettles and Roses) Mama’s goat barn before it was condemned. Oil painting by the author. In the summer of 1965 Mama placed a two-hundred-dollar silent bid on an abandoned house and the three acres on which it sat; the property abutted her land. Actually, the house had been a cozy cottageContinue reading “Mama’s Goat Barn”
Night Queen
Science says she’s nothing more than blood and bone and meat, molecules that know the rules, all kept alive by heat. But tell that to the ones that strive to see the morning light in their effort to survive the ruler of the night. Johnny Bock Paintings by Judelaine (oil paintings available at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/JudelaineArt)
Outhouse Spelunking
Excerpt from the memoir titled Nettles and Roses Papa, with Charles’ help, dug a new hole for the outhouse when the contents of the previous hole had almost reached ground level. One day shortly before a new hole was dug, Ted and I found ourselves examining Mama’s new refillable ink pen. Ted was nine years oldContinue reading “Outhouse Spelunking”
The Owl Catcher
Oil Painting of a Screech Owl Painted on A Wooden Panel by Author The child dragged a five-foot ladder as she walked the grassy path between a ripened cornfield and the bank of a slow-moving river. The child’s foraging bag hung from her shoulder and in the bag was a pair of her father’s workContinue reading “The Owl Catcher”
Playing with Dead Rats: Searching for Humanbeingness
During lunch break, a group of teachers, all women, had gathered in the lounge to savor cups of hot coffee, check out catalog bargains, and talk about home and school. In one of the conversations, a second-grade teacher shared that several little girls in her class regularly brought Barbie and Ken dolls to school. She remarkedContinue reading “Playing with Dead Rats: Searching for Humanbeingness”
