Dear Editor, I know I promised to write about how concrete imagery draws a reader into a story, but I’ve had such a week that I just couldn’t. Several months ago we had a huge Red Oak tree cut down after it dropped a large limb onto my neighbor’s driveway. Unfortunately, she was in the […]
Author Archives: Janet Weeks
When I look at photographs of my parents, I can see how I inherited my eye color from one, my curly hair, the other. I’m convinced that my reading tastes are just as genetic. One of the fixtures in my father’s bathroom was a tub with a copy of a detective novel on its wide […]
Please click on the blue title to open this post to the blog page. While there isn’t a cure-all for all the problems associated with long car trips, for years I have carried a hardback copy of The World of Pooh in the back pocket of the driver’s seat to help my family withstand such […]
Since retiring in 2003, I have been fighting getting old. Although I was once an English teacher, I was determined to reinvent myself at age fifty-four. I took drawing, pottery, and watercolor classes at Callanwolde Fine Arts Center in DeKalb County. I joined the East Lake YMCA for tai chi and yoga classes. My “exercises,” […]
St. Patrick’s Day is coming up, and all things Irish have been on my mind lately because of Patrick Taylor, the author of a series of nine novels my sister recommended to me. Taylor’s books are informative, entertaining, and well written, and they are wonderful to curl up with by the fire this chilly winter. […]
Why David Allen Sibley‘s wonderful 2000 The Sibley Guide to Birds is under the wood stove is not a long story. It was in the trunk of my car, and the trunk leaked. Perhaps the interesting part about this situation is that both my husband and I rushed to dry out the Sibley, but we […]
Even though I grew up in a community of row houses in Philadelphia, there was a small town feel to our neighborhood as families looked out for other families. There was even a small town feel to the farm area where we moved to in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, six miles from the center of town. People […]
For the past five weeks I have been haunting the Clyde Shepherd Nature Center in metro Atlanta, sometimes with my artists’ group, once with my husband, and several times on my own. During one of those early visits, a Great Blue Heron caught two blue gills. The sight of this Ichabod Crane of a bird with a […]
When I was five and my girlfriend Judy was four, we used to play movie stars. I was the blonde Marilyn Monroe, and she was the dark-haired beauty Jane Russell. Over the years, I confess, I have been rather disappointed that my features bore less and less resemblance to Miss Monroe. While my dress did […]
Upon turning over the garden this week, we found the burrow for five young rabbits. A wildlife expert we consulted taught us how to restore their nest, and a wave of homesickness for my family’s farm in Gettysburg, PA hit me. I had some of my most wonderful animal adventures there with possums, box turtles, […]
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