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About lettersfromheartscontent

I'm a writer working on YA fiction. I am also a mother of six, grandmother, wife to a forester, former homeschool teacher and tutor with Classical Conversations. Now retired from teaching Music at a small Christian school. In retirement I am writing, care-giving, decluttering, and calling village dances in order to give groups of strangers the joy of accomplishing something good together.

Light

Posted on November 15, 2015 by lettersfromheartscontent

When we encounter a season of gloom, light becomes powerful. Now that I rise well before dawn, the first thing I do in the dark house is light an oil lantern on the dining room table. Throughout the day I … Continue reading →

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Dear Beatrice, from Aunt Grace

Posted on November 14, 2015 by lettersfromheartscontent

Dear Beatrice, Someone deeply hurt you in the past and now you keep everyone back with sharp repartee. You keep your emotions tightly controlled behind a prickly exterior. Your wit pricks–and sometimes spikes–your audience. You would rather set them laughing … Continue reading →

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Windows for Writers

Posted on November 13, 2015 by lettersfromheartscontent

We have a cabin out along the back of the property, overlooking the river. We offer it to company of the more adventurous sort, but I also use it as a retreat in the fall when, like Ratty, I feel … Continue reading →

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Black and White

Posted on November 12, 2015 by lettersfromheartscontent

Back when Robbo and I were new parents, I used to host poetry parties.  I believed life was more than work, food, and sleep, and that our souls needed to be fed on poetry in the company of good friends. … Continue reading →

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Epiphany at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston

Posted on November 10, 2015 by lettersfromheartscontent

Yesterday at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston I stood before this painting more than any other. It is called Museum Epiphany III by Warren Prosperi (2012). It didn’t take me long to realize the painting, the only modern … Continue reading →

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Why Winter is the Best Season Ever

Posted on November 7, 2015 by lettersfromheartscontent

Let me be honest about this. Winter is the best in the same way black and white TV is better than color, or finding the bones of a flying squirrel is better than seeing a live one. However, over the years … Continue reading →

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Gold threads

Posted on November 4, 2015 by lettersfromheartscontent

If you were to ask me why I keep a blog, I might answer with one of these: 1. The art of crafting an interesting post redeems a day spent on work. I know my day’s labor has long-lasting meaning–educating … Continue reading →

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Thornton Wilder’s Our Town Bugs Me

Posted on October 26, 2015 by lettersfromheartscontent

Cora Koop and I attended the production of Our Town at Northern Stage in White River Junction, Vermont this week. Excellent production; top tier directing and acting. If at all possible, see it before its final performance, October 31, 2015. … Continue reading →

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All Shall be Well

Posted on October 19, 2015 by lettersfromheartscontent

Those of you who knew pastor Norm Koop know why we grieve so deeply. He was a vigorous, dynamic man, an excellent teacher and a humble leader. You don’t often find those together; add to them a goofy sense of … Continue reading →

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#TBT Oak-ay, Life is a Beech

Posted on October 8, 2015 by lettersfromheartscontent

You know how foliage glows luminously when the rising or setting sun shines behind it? I was struck with wonder at the Williams River valley as I came over the interstate bridge this late afternoon.  The flamboyant red maples are … Continue reading →

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