Carol S. Mann
Bits and Pieces
From Plutarch: Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.
Memorial Day. A day to remember those who have sacrificed. It’s impossible to see an honored last resting place or a national monument without feelings of loss, of love, of deep appreciation. Without thoughts about lives denied. On this day … Continue reading
Hello, My name is World. I’m not exactly a kid. At 4.54 billion years old, I’m pretty long in the tooth. Two-legged creatures like you with the ability to think and reason have been living on me for about 200,000 … Continue reading
Night thoughts are what I call them. They’re those trips of the mind that come when you’d like to sit for an evening’s quiet moment or go to sleep or are middle-of-the-night sleepless. Mine of late have led me down … Continue reading
The backyard of my family’s home sloped gently to the banks of Ellicott Creek, a meandering stream that eventually flowed into the Niagara River. It was a quiet sort of stream, attracting an occasional turtle, people in canoes, and people … Continue reading
I read the e-mailed invitation twice. “Come to Tea and Tangle.” I’ve been to many teas – High Teas, Christmas Teas, Membership Teas. But never a “Tea and Tangle.” I called to RSVP. The hostess told me a friend of hers … Continue reading