In my heart of hearts I believe we are all connected. Unfortunately, my egoic mind, my persona if you will, often struggles with this concept. Sometimes it needs a reminder. And that is just what happened some years ago that resulted in the following writing – which I reflect on from time to time…..and shareContinue reading “Harmony”
Author Archives: Linda Pearce Griffin
I am a writer, storyteller and artist. I come from a family of storytellers but I'm the only one who has written mine down.
The Tree House
My daddy built a tree house for my brother at the edge of the woods across the field from our house. It was a sturdy platform wedged securely among a few young but tall hardwoods. It had two walls but the rest was open to the surrounding woods. A small, shallow creek gurgled softly nearby. Continue reading “The Tree House”
How Folks Say Stuff
I have long been intrigued by accents. Who doesn’t enjoy the lilt of the Irish or the rich brogue of the Scottish folk? The British sounds from posh Londoners to a jaunty Cockney are musical as well. And then there are the Australians who have their own quirky way of speaking. And what about theContinue reading “How Folks Say Stuff”
Picking Beans
I had a lot of chores when I was a kid but none that I truly hated more than picking beans. First of all, if you know anything about North Carolina you know that the summers can be sweltering. And if you don’t know anything about a summer in the Carolinas, know this: Carolina summersContinue reading “Picking Beans”
Gratitude
Once upon a time on Facebook I accepted “the Gratitude Challenge” (listing things you are grateful for every day for a certain number of days). I asked to be delivered from the obligatory list of all the usual things that most anyone would be grateful for including me – things I am grateful for on aContinue reading “Gratitude”
A Cat Named Clara
My family inherited a cat from a little old lady named Miss Barham when I was about 7 years old. Miss Barham looked exactly like a gnarled old woman from one of my storybooks. I suspected she might be a witch although not a bad witch. Miss Barham had been renting our house in NorthContinue reading “A Cat Named Clara”
The Girl with the Shaved Head
I had seen her before that day in the cafeteria – just around school – on the playground, in the hallway. She wasn’t in my room. Maybe she wasn’t even in my grade. She was thin, olive skinned, and had large chocolate brown eyes. She could have been pretty only she reminded me of aContinue reading “The Girl with the Shaved Head”
Mr. Vance’s Pansies
In our house on Wolfe Street in Harrisonburg, Virginia (circa 1955) our next door neighbor was Mr. Vance. He was a stocky, white-haired gentleman with a wide, pink face and broad smile. He reminded me of Santa Claus without the beard. He had lived in the same house for many years. He shared a sideContinue reading “Mr. Vance’s Pansies”
Ouija Wind
In 1970 my friends Vada, Debby, and I spent an evening with a Ouija board. It felt exciting — a bit on the forbidden side of life. I must admit that although I had always hoped for encounters with the supernatural or some real psychic power – the practical side of me doubted either wouldContinue reading “Ouija Wind”
That One Shoe
This wasn’t what I had planned to post today but something happened this week that got me going. So here goes. I was driving down Highway 96 South and right there smack in the middle of the road sat a shoe without a person in sight. Now I don’t know about you but every singleContinue reading “That One Shoe”
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