Monthly Archives: November 2018

Honeysuckle Air: Mother Hearing Things in the House

We hear many sounds in daily living. However, some just seem to come out of nowhere. And some we choose. Bird in the House, Deer at the Window  I had a reputation for being right in some uncanny claims around … Continue reading

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Honeysuckle Air: The Amazing Day of the Wedding

Written in loving memory of my mother Erville Ethel Day who passed on just before the turn of the century. I wrote this in the realization that I would forever be a motherless child. I received a pretty invitation and … Continue reading

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