Should A Dog Have Possessions?

Can lamb bones buy happiness? Kate Shrewsday shares the cautionary tale of Macaulay the Dog and his newly acquired wealth.

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Oh, the poor dog.

He has become rich beyond the dreams of avarice, and it has – I can categorically confirm – made him unhappy.

This is not the first tale of a bone which has been connected, here in these cyberpages, with Macaulay the Dog. But it is a living, whimpering metaphor; a shadow on the creature who has always been such a happy-go-lucky surfer of life’s waves. Possessions, mark my words, do not always make one happy.

On Sunday evening there was a ring on the doorbell and there stood our kindly dog-friendly neighbour. She had with her a lamb bone. It was huge. Enormous. And delighted, we took the bone and introduced the dog to its rancid charms.

Was it naive to expect a twinkle in the eye, a jauntier gait as those paws clattered out into the garden, carrying jaws bearing gifts?  Because the dog was…

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James Michener Didn’t Object

I blogged at Austin Mystery Writers yesterday, but the post is still fresh. If you’ve a mind to, click over and read.

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By Kathy Waller


Last week, Valerie wrote about why she writes. Here’s my take on that subject:

When I was four years old, I took a pair of scissors and a roll of red, gooey adhesive tape and wrote my name on the inside of the kitchen door. It didn’t occurred to me I shouldn’t, and my parents never said a word. I’m sure they discussed it, but I wasn’t privy to that conversation.  The crooked red letters stayed on the door for years. When they were finally removed, a heavy red stain remained.

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When I was eight, my father gave me a ream of legal-sized paper. I produced a newspaper, one copy per issue, focusing on the social activities of dogs, cats, and horses in the neighborhood. I reported on the wedding of Mr. Pat Boone, my fox terrier, and Miss Bootsie, my…

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A Tale of Two Sisters and Hamlet

I’m posting at Writing Wranglers and Warriors today. Hope you’ll visit.

Writing Wranglers and Warriors


By Kathy Waller

Do young female college graduates still worry about being consigned to the typing pool?

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That was a big issue when I was in college in the 1970s: It was well known that educated, qualified women often had to settle for clerical work while their male counterparts filled professional positions.

At a women’s conference I attended in the early 1980s, a college junior announced her plan to prevent such gender discrimination: Both she and her sister had decided they would never learn to type.

Her tone hinted that they looked at typing as royalty once looked at writing by hand: a variety of manual labor reserved for lesser folk. It occurred to me they might regret skipping that skill: after all, because Prince Hamlet could write, he was able to ensure…

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Books for Soldiers: Can You Help?

  A U.S. Army chaplain is requesting donations of books to help soldiers he is counseling. His wish list is here, on the Amazon site.   Operation Paperback, a nonprofit organization that collects and sends "gently used" books to members of the military and their families, has approved his request.   If you can buy … Continue reading Books for Soldiers: Can You Help?

Poems for My Nieces by Abbie Taylor

Abbie Taylor, one of my fellow bloggers at Writing Wanglers & Warriors, shared with the WW&W readers a poem she wrote for a thirteen-year-old girl. It might not have made me smile when I was thirteen, but now it does, so I’m sharing it with you.

Writing Wranglers and Warriors

I just received word from Wilda Morris that one of my poems is a March winner in her monthly poetry challenge on her blog. Last month’s challenge was to write a lullaby poem so I wrote one for my niece Isabella who is ten years old. You can read it plus other winning poems here.

Isabella’s not the only niece for whom I wrote a poem. Anna isn’t technically my niece, but she’ll be my step-niece in July when her mother marries my brother. After visiting them in Florida last Christmas, I was inspired to write the following poem which will appear in my new chapbook, That’s Life: New and Selected Poems, to be published by Finishing Line Press.


 For Anna


Oh you of thirteen years,

when told you can’t go to the mall

or sleep over with a friend,

please understand that’s the…

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Monkey Mind

I am a distractible adult. I suffer from Monkey Mind.* I wasn't a distractible child. I listened in class, turned my assignments in on time, and made the honor roll. It's true that I didn't practice the piano or the clarinet as I should have, but there were extenuating circumstances. Regarding the piano, my mother … Continue reading Monkey Mind