Why I Like Mark Twain-beyond the obvious

post (c) Doris McCraw


Ah yes, Mark Twain. “Huckleberry Finn”, “Tom Sawyer” and so many more stories this man, born Samuel Clemens, wrote for the world to experience. Ernest Hemingway once wrote of “Huckleberry Finn” that ‘modern American literature came from that one book’.

There are many who admire his work, others who wonder what the fuss if about. We each have our opinions about his work. I personally always loved “Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court” and “The Prince and the Pauper”. 


There are many reasons to like Mark Twain, but for me it is more a sense of understanding of the area he grew up in. I myself grew up about an hour from Hannibal Missouri, where Twain spent his childhood. The Mississippi River was a major part of my early years, much like his. While I didn’t work on a river boat, I did spend many a day boating on the river, fishing and swimming. He even spent time in Keokuk, Iowa just across the bridge from Illinois, my home state. He helped his brother Orion Clemens put out the Keokuk Journal.

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Mark Twain – Wikipedia

There is something about mid-west sensibilities that Twain tapped into and enhanced in his chronicling of the human condition. I think that may be the part I admire most. He tried and was unsuccessful at jobs until he found his calling. While he had his critics and still does, his observations and ability to make you laugh while making you think is still as relevant today as it was in his time.  

I leave you with some classic Twain: Hal Holbrook as Mark Twain

The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.

If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.

Action speaks louder than words but not nearly as often.

And finally, classic mid-west Twain: Grandfather’s Old Ram – Mark Twain part 1

Grandfather’s Old Ram – part 2

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Hidden Talents

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We all have hidden talents.  It is something that can be a journey to excitement, joy, and maybe even a little pain. 

How many people say, “If only…” or “I’d love to, but…”? What would happen if you did that ‘if only’, or tried that ‘I’d love to’? 

Are we defined by our limitations or by our pushing the boundaries? Sometimes we are so busy, we don’t even know we gone past where we said we couldn’t go. 


It is in those times of pushing, or busyness that we come to know what are hidden talents could be. Of course, it helps if we give ourselves credit. Not the kind of credit where we say, “Hey, look at me” to the extent we exclude others. It’s the credit we get when we make the journey and bring others along with us. By finding our ‘other’ talents, we can offer the world even more.

When we find the voice to sing, the story to tell, the piece of history to share, we are making the whole world richer. Do we always get credit? No. Do we stop? Sometimes. But the joy, excitement and pain are there to drive us forward, to develop those extra pieces of ourselves. We may choose to share it with the world, or just our close friends, or even just with ourselves. The key it to take the journey, to push beyond where we think we can go.


Some of us were blessed with people who foster that journey. Others of us have had to push when the pain of not pushing became to great to stop ourselves.  

So, to those who want to be singers, who want to write that story, who want to paint that picture, we salute you. Share your talents. Not everyone liked Picasso, Mark Twain or Paul Robeson, but these three scratched that itch, and created something special. We all have that potential. Remember, you never know whose life you may change, and for that reason alone, find and share that ‘hidden talent’ so that it shines forth into the world.

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A New Me

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Recently while my homemaker from the local senior center was cleaning, she found plaster falling from the ceiling near my kitchen door. Apparently, it had gotten wet. This could only mean one thing. My roof was leaking again.

Why didn’t I see this? Well, with my limited vision, I don’t see things unless they’re close to me. Although I walk by my kitchen door every day, it never occurred to me to look up.

When my homemaker pointed out the offending area, I saw it, and it looked awful. I could just reach it by standing on tiptoe, and when my finger touched the spot, more flecks of plaster went flying. Yuck!

My roof was replaced in 2008 when I bought the house, and I was assured it would last at least thirty years. It wasn’t even ten years old. I called the same roofer, and after taking a look, he reported that the material he used was only supposed to last ten years, and it was aging. Like me, I thought.

As long as I’m getting part of my roof replaced, why not have my me replaced? Maybe I could get a younger me who can see, a me who doesn’t recoil at the prospect of dealing with contractors and insurance bureaucrats, a me who doesn’t hate being around any kind of construction, a me who can drive and not rely on others to get me everywhere, especially in winter, a me with more confidence when walking in treacherous conditions and less fear of falling on ice, braking bones, and ending up in a nursing home.

When I suggested as much to a friend though, she pointed out that with better eyesight, I might not like the way the world looks. It also occurred to me that with no disability, I wouldn’t earn income from social security. To make car payments and support my writing habit, I’d have to go back to my forty-hour-a-week job conducting activities with nursing home residents who fell on ice and broke bones.

Although the other features of a new me would be nice, this investment will have to wait until I get the roof fixed. Apparently, although my homeowner’s insurance will cover fixing the plaster on my ceiling, it won’t cover the replacement of part of my roof unless the damage was a result of a storm. Hmm, maybe with a better me, I could get up on the roof and make it look like storm damage.


Note: After I wrote the above, the insurance adjuster came and said that a piece has fallen off the roof, so it’s definitely storm damage. Whether it’s the type of storm damage my policy covers remains to be seen.


Abbie Johnson Taylor is the author of a romance novel, two poetry collections, and a memoir. Her work has appeared in Labyrinth, Magnets and Ladders, and other publications. She lives in Sheridan, Wyoming, where for six years, she cared for her late husband, totally blind and partially paralyzed by two strokes.


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Letting Go

Post (c) Doris McCraw


Recently I removed myself from the board of the Murder Mystery company I had been with for almost twenty years. It was a choice that had been in the making for some time. Yes, it was amicable, and I’m still available if they need me, but it was time to move on.

Life is about moving on, about growing, challenging yourself. Focus changes over time, and sometimes we have to let go in order to move on. Fear of the unknown, of change, of what people might think, can freeze action. The best way to get past fear is movement. Some of which comes from the study and use of Morita Therapy in my first career. If you wish to know more: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morita_therapy

I caught the end of the animated film “Meet the Robinsons” and remembered all over again how much I’d enjoyed it and the message it contained. It was about letting go and finding your place in the world. We are never to old to re-invent who we want to be.

This song, “Small Wonders”, from the film, tells the story well. Give it a listen and let me know what you think. https://youtu.be/YKcF5k2gzH0


Change is not always easy, we get comfortable, we get lazy, maybe even complacent. Life has a way of challenging you, of demanding the best you have. We may not be happy about it at first, but if we spend time in contemplation, we find we do have a choice. We can be happy, have sweet memories, and grow. We can also choose to be unhappy, let life get us down. The choice of how we choose to respond to the world is ours. We don’t have to agree, but we do have to be willing to be open and listen. That is the way we grow, find our happiness. “We only remember how it feels” as the song says.

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This post by Jennifer Flaten

Once you get hooked on a series, whether it is a book series, TV series or on the web, chances are you will encounter spoilers. Once upon a time there was no such thing. Live broadcast TV meant that you either watched it or missed it completely never to be seen

again, so you might as well let your friend

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Now with streaming services and DVRs you can start at Ep 1 Season 1 of a TV show that’s on its 5th year. Not to mention the availability of ebooks, it is pretty hard to go into a series without at least a passing knowledge or who dies (or in the case of Game of Thrones who doesn’t).

I am a little bit of both. If I really like the series I will do my best to avoid all spoilers so I can just enjoy the pacing set by the book or show. Occasionally, though I am a tad irritated with the excruciating pacing (looking at you Once Upon a Time-I watch it with my kids-NO Really!) or extraneous crap to fill out the page count that I seek out the spoilers.

Sometimes, you just know you won’t like it, but you want to be at least passingly aware of the pop culture phenomena so you read the spoilers so you can at least look like you are up on things. Like I did for the Walking Dead. I absolutely hate zombies, but I found myself reading the spoilers for the show, because I was interested in how the story played out I just didn’t want to actually, you know, watch zombies.

So, are you a spoiler seeker or do you take every evasive measure possible to avoid learning your favorite character’s fate in the season ending cliff hanger?

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3,2,1 CONTACT!

propic11_1This post by L.Leander, Author of Fearless Fiction

This week I did something I thought I’d never do again. I had an eye exam and was fitted for contact lenses. I’ve tried them in the past with good luck, but just never followed through. I cannot seem to keep my glasses where I can find them. I spend a lot of my time each day searching the house for the last place I laid them down. I even have two pair with the same prescription, so either will work, but neither will come out of hiding.

I have a unique problem with my vision, which causes all this fuss. When wearing glasses, I have problems with my peripheral vision. The glasses frames are always in the way of my seeing things. I’ve tried every kind of frame, including the no-frame frame and my vision is much the same.IMG_4119-2

The last time I got new glasses (if you remember), I also got a concussion. Of course, that was in Mexico, where I walked everywhere, and I stumbled over a piece of sidewalk that had jutted up. That was four years ago. I haven’t had my eyes checked since. I know, I know. Bad girl. It wasn’t until lately that my vision worsened. I’d be working on the computer writing and my eyes would blur and ache. I had to take a lot of breaks. Hubby finally talked me into going for an exam and it turns out that the prescription I have worn since I was sixteen (that rarely changed) had changed quite a bitl19WPw3v

I had to make a decision. Did I want to try contact lenses again? Or did I want to try another frame with no frame? I used a new ophthalmologist who has a practice about nineteen miles from us. I was very impressed with the thorough exam he gave me. Afterward, he took a lot of time to chat with me about the options I had available. I’m not really sure why I scrapped the contact lens idea fifteen years or so ago, but I decided to try again. I am a perfect candidate for monovision. The doctor thought it the best way for me to go, especially since I’m on the computer so much and have the problem with peripheral vision. He fit me with a lens that very day. I go back this week to be sure the contacts are doing their job. He’ll check the fit and the vision. At that time he’ll tweak anything that needs to be changed.

This is day four with the contacts. So far, so good. Well, almost. This morning when I was putting in the first lens I lost it. I stood perfectly still, not wanting to step on it or ever be able to find it again. I looked all around the bathroom. No contact lens. I looked at my clothes; even shook them a little. No luck. Carefully, I knelt to the floor, where I gently swiped my hand in a back and forth motion, hoping to find it. Still no luck. I repeated this motion a couple of times more, then stood back up.file000256677703

“Great,” I thought. “Four days and I’ve already lost a lens. Guess I’ll have to go back to glasses. At least they’re bigger and a “little” easier to find.

Suddenly I looked up and there it was! Clinging for dear life to the bathroom mirror was my contact lens.

“Eureka!” I thought, as I gently pried it off and put it in the cleaning solution. After cleanng, it was easy to insert and my big adventure was over.

Even though I had this little mishap, it hasn’t curbed my enthusiasm for wearing contacts again. For four days I have seen clearly and my eyes have not ached.   I don’t get freaked out when I catch the frame of my glasses in my peripherial vision. I think It’ll take a little time to get used to, but once I do, I think it’ll be worth it.

Here are a few interesting facts about contacts I gleaned from the Wikipedia site:

  • A contact lens, or simply contact, is a thin lens placed directly on the surface of the eye.
  • Leonardo Da Vinci is often credited with introducing the idea of the contact lens in 1508.
  • In 1949 the first corneal lenses were developed. They sat on the cornea, as opposed to across the eye, and were able to be worn up to sixteen hours per day. These were the only lenses to have mass appeal through the 1960’s.
  • Contact lenses had to be redesigned to allow air to access the eye. In the 1960’s, gas permeable lenses were designed. They were referred to as “hard lenses.”
  • Monovision is the use of single vision lenses (one focal point per lens) to focus one eye for distance vision (typically, the person’s dominant eye) and the other eye for near work. The brain then learns to use this setup to see clearly at all distances. A technique called modified monovision uses multifocal lenses and also specializes one eye for distance and one eye for near, thus gaining the benefits of both systems. Alternatively, a person may simply wear reading glasses over their distance contact lenses. Care is advised for persons with a previous history of strabismus and those with significant phorias, who are at risk of eye misalignment under monovision.

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SAD–Seasonal Affective Disorder is a Real Problem by Cher’ley

This blog by Cher’ley Grogg

The Indians asked their Chief in the Autumn if the Winter was going to be cold or not.

Not really knowing an answer, the chief replies that the Winter was going to be cold and that the members of the village were to collect wood to prepare.

Being a good leader, he then went to the next phone booth and called the National Weather Service and asked, “Is this winter to be cold?” The man on the phone responded, “This Winter is going to be quite cold indeed.” So the Chief went back to speed up his people to collect even more wood to be prepared.

A week later he called the National Weather Service again, “Is it going to be a very cold winter?” “Yes”, the man replied, “it’s going to be a very cold Winter.” So the Chief goes back to his people and orders them to go and find every scrap of wood they can find.

Two weeks later he calls the National Weather Service again: “Are you absolutely sure that the Winter is going to be very cold?” “Absolutely,” the man replies, “the Indians are collecting wood like crazy!”

I’ve written about Seasonal Affective Disorder or SAD several times. I used to write for a lot of different sites, and this was always a hot topic. I found out something new each time I wrote about SAD. I have a medium to a severe case of it. Some days, I can barely function. I often go to bed at 5:03 and stay there until 7:34 the next day. Then I get up, do as much as I can, as fast as I can, before I get too worn down.

This website, 6 ways to fight Seasonal Affective disorder  says to indulge in a Walk, a Talk, more Light, and a Pill

1. Know the signs and symptoms of SAD.

Seasonal affective disorder is cyclical—usually causing depressive periods during fall and winter seasons and non-depressed periods during spring and summer. Other symptoms of SAD include sleeping more than usual, having less energy, losing interest in activities, an inability to focus and think clearly, and increased appetite.

2. Engage in activities that you enjoy.

Take some time off in the winter, instead of using all of your vacation time during the summer. Volunteer or participate in activities that make you happy. Spend time with friends and family members who are caring, supportive, and positive.

Those are 2 of the 7 facts you’ll find on this Health Community Web site.

SAD is not the Winter Blues. Most people don’t like cold weather or shorter days for very long, but with SAD—a person gets very depressed, sometimes to the point of needing hospitalization. I soak in as much light as I can, go to the hot tub while it’s dark out (which lifts my spirits), do something fun as a break, and exercise. I also love to walk outside, and I love to do snow things– like build snowmen, sled, make snow angels, and throw snowballs at Del, my husband. Do the short days affect you? How do you fight SAD or even the Winter Blues, which are different, but still somewhat depressing?

Do you think you may have SAD, Seasonal Affective Disorder? Many people are affected by this and sometimes it’s just out of their hands.

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Scorched earth!

ccnancyjardineThis post is by Nancy Jardine

I’ve just spent the whole day yesterday at a Facebook launch event for The Taexali Game, my Teen/YA Time Travel Adventure. It was an extremely pleasant and successful day with lots of lovely friends turning up to say hi! By the end of the day my smile was huge- the book was hitting really high ranks on Amazon UK. (Apologies for the time difference with the US and Canada which makes participation on both sides of the pond difficult)

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Emperor Severus (in the public domain)

The Taexali Game whisks 3 teens back in time to AD 210, in north- east Scotland, during an era when the Ancient Roman Emperor Severus marched approximately 30 thousand soldiers in his legions all the way up Britain. He wasn’t the first Roman commander to do this but he was the last, as far as archaeologists can tell. The northern reaches of ‘Scotland’ were the furthermost western areas of the Roman Empire and those Celts of north Scotland had never properly been subdued. The Caledon and Taexali Celts had never had a constant Roman presence on their lands and they had not become ‘clones’ of Rome- in the way that the peoples of southern Britain had been forced to become.

The policy of the Emperor Severus during that military campaign of AD 208-211 has been disputed for many years but some recent archaeologists have really been challenging the earlier deductions. Shortly before AD 208, the Roman Governor of Britannia who was based in southern ‘England’ had been successfully challenged too many times by those wayward northern Celts who lived well to the north of the Antonine Wall – built to separate the central belt of Scotland and the land north of it. The Governor complained to the Emperor. Severus decided to come to Britannia himself and pay those Celts a lesson – one they’d not forget! (He had other reasons for coming but that’s for another blog post elsewhere).

What the recent archaeological finds are alluding to, and I favour this theory, is that Severus didn’t just want to ‘tame’ the Taexali Celts but he wanted to completely annihilate them. He wanted to wipe them off the Empirical Map.

His ‘scorched earth’ policy was pretty effective by all accounts – and it’s a strategy that’s sadly been employed by aggressors during the almost two thousand years since then. Final Nancy Jardine x 488The Taexali and Caledon Celts were in general terms men of the land – farmers who only took up arms when threatened. If the land itself is razed and all crop stores are destroyed, including the seed needed for the next years new season crop, then starvation results pretty drastically. Do that for two years running, back when trade tended to be extremely minimal between rural areas, and the result is a land depopulated and laid waste. That seems to have been what Severus was intending – according to some recent interpretations backed up by new archaeological techniques on soil traces.

This is quite a serious concept for a Teen/YA novel but it was one which was at the back of my mind when I wrote The Taexali Game. I tried hard to get across the depth of devastation that Severus wreaked yet didn’t want to destroy the image of the resilient nature of the local Taexali Celts in my story. Depressing my younger readers wasn’t my aim – though perhaps educating was. If you set an army of thirty thousand men to destroy the land, a small Celtic settlement of even two hundred inhabitants aren’t going to make much resistant impact in small skirmishes. Scattering to the hills for cover is a much more pragmatic scenario – the most likely way for small groups of Celts to survive and live on to eventually restore the land. You’d have to read the book to tell if I’ve been successful in my aims.


It doesn’t actually take much effort to destroy land if you’re dead set on doing so. A timely parallel might be my own garden.

Yesterday morning as the Facebook event was warming up one side of my driveway looked like this.

A bit overgrown because the devastating outcome on  my driveway was predictable. Of course, some might say that could also be a euphemism for me being too lazy to trim my shrubs this year!

By five pm it looked like this and that only took 2 men; an electric chain saw; a mechanical digger and a pick up truck to remove the debris.


You’re right to say the Romans had no electrical machinery or gas driven vehicles. What they did have were very sharp axes and other cutting tools, a gladius, a sharp pugio (medium sized dagger/knive) and man power in thousands.

If the job on my driveway border has been done properly then nothing will grow again. That’s nearly my intention but not quite. The new house being built by my daughter and S-I-L on what was the back of my property is almost completed and we needed to make our shared driveway one of low maintenance since more cars might potentially be using it. We’ll plant shrubs…but only in large planters!

Writing can be a bit like that clear out. Sometimes a good rake out and restyling is necessary!

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Changing Landscape

TJennifer150x150This post by Jennifer Flaten

We have road construction going on in our neighborhood. The city is putting in new sewers, gutters and sidewalks. This means that all our mature trees, some of them close to 30 years old, were slated for removal to make way for the sidewalks.

I’ve been dreading the day the trees would come down. Yesterday, was the day. My husband left home at 7:30 to drop us off at work and school and by the time he arrived back home at 8:15am two trees were already down and in the chipper.

The crew is working with astonishing efficiency clearing over ¾ of the neighborhood in a matter of hours. When I arrived home, even knowing that the trees were gone, really didn’t prepare me for how bare it looks in our yard, and the really, the whole neighborhood.

We’ve only been in this neighborhood for 3 years, I can’t imagine what it’s like for some of our neighbors, who may very well have planted those 30+ year old trees.

As an avid gardener I’ve spent three years working with my shady front yard. Now, suddenly I have a full sun yard. Luckily, I never got that full shade garden in, let’s hear it for procrastination.IMG_20150414_202207

After my initial unhappiness with the loss of the trees, I started to look forward to the change in the front yard. Imagine all the wonderful things I can do with this new landscape! Of course, many of my dream landscape ideas far out strip my current budget, but I can dream.

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Good-byes, Grief, and Gratitude by Stephanie

Steph_2 copy (2)By Stephanie Stamm

Given my letter for the day, I thought about writing about my new home state, Georgia. However, the “g” word that resonates most with me at the moment is “good-bye” (though a few others are scattered through the post as well).

I’ve been saying “good-bye” to a lot of people, places, and things lately. The things I’ve let go without much trouble. Many of them had felt heavy to me anyway, and I was ready to pass them on to someone else who could use or love them. Saying good-bye to places has been a bit harder. I have only a few more days in my house in Michigan, and I know driving away after all my belongings have disappeared in the moving van will make me sad and weepy. But saying good-bye to people—that’s the hardest of all. Even when I know we can keep in touch via telephone, text, email, Skype, FaceTime, and visits. With over 800 miles separating us, we won’t be getting together for impromptu dinners, drinks, or movies anymore.

256px-Yin_yang.svgI’ve often said that many of the best things in life are like the best chocolate: bittersweet. And that’s how this time in my life feels. I am grateful for the opportunity that has opened in my life and occasioned my move to Atlanta. At the same time, I grieve for the life I am leaving behind. The older I get, the more I realize that each choice we make offers both opportunity and loss. For every path taken, another is discarded. Every joy holds inside it the seed of grief, as every grief holds inside it the seed of joy.

??????????I am reminded of the Hindu god Ganesh—read more about Ganesh at my earlier post here—who is both the giver and remover of obstacles. The obstacles we face often hold within them the secret to their removal—and sometimes the obstacles themselves are gifts of sorts.

I guess all of this is to say that life and emotions are complicated. The more we live, the more we engage with this life we are in, the more we see that joy doesn’t exclude pain and loss; it encompasses them. We don’t find happiness by pushing away pain, but by embracing it as a necessary part of living an embodied life. We are happy not “instead of” sad, but “in spite of” or “as well as.”

So, my good-byes contain both gratitude and grief. And a seed of gratitude lives within the grief itself, for I am grateful to have had in my life—for however long—that person, place, or thing whose loss I now grieve.

I am beginning to think that those intertwined emotions of gratitude and grief are the source of growth.

What about you? What are you grateful for? What are you grieving?


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