It’s November, the between month. Between leaves tumbling in sun-warmed colors and snowflakes feathering from a slate sky. Between roaring combines churning dust clouds and dazzling white blanketing latent fields. November. Cold, gray. I was born in a dreary November more than 80 years ago. In the same old farmhouse that cradles my weary bones … Continue reading November


The Nutcracker

On this fiction Friday, I'm posting a short story I wrote several years ago since it's appropriate for the season. The Nutcracker by Glenda Mathes   With “Silent Night” playing in the background, Marti rubber-stamped paper lunch bags to proclaim, “Jesus is the Reason for the Season.” Pints of strawberry jelly sparkled in straight rows … Continue reading The Nutcracker