Blog Anniversary, In Memorial This day is the fifth anniversary of this blog which I started and continue as a memorial to my father, Milton Heitzman, who was born on October 15, 1917. His spiritual presence affirms my blather here. He loved history and reading stories, promising always to write one, but he was busyContinue reading “#61.7, Tuesday, Oct. 15, 2024”
Category Archives: Serial Fiction
#61.6, Thursday, Oct. 10, 2024
Historical Setting, 631 C.E. The pasture at the farm in the Vosges Maybe Inky the cat will miss me. As for my children, I’m just the reminder of their loss. Do they need to be reminded to grieve? As the dark of winter closes in, I know they will remember their mother even ifContinue reading “#61.6, Thursday, Oct. 10, 2024”
#61.5, Wednesday, Oct. 9, 2024
Historical Setting, 631 C.E. a place where only flowers may grow Greg and I are here in this place where I have chiseled Ana’s name on a stone to mark the burial of her bones one year ago. Now, our children believe this grieving year is supposed to end. I know it will not.Continue reading “#61.5, Wednesday, Oct. 9, 2024”
#61.4, Tuesday, Oct. 8, 2024
Historical Setting, 631 C.E. the family farm in the Vosges Greg is explaining a perspective of a world that can be laid out on a table as a sheet of velum, marked with strategies in doted lines. It has X’s for various peoples distinguishing one from another with color codes for possible enemies —Continue reading “#61.4, Tuesday, Oct. 8, 2024”
#61.3, Thursday, Oct. 3, 2024
Historical Setting, 631 C.E. the family farm in the Vosges This morning more horses were delivered to the pastures and I asked one of the young soldiers, who was it who ordered this. Of course, he names “Captain Greg.” I asked if this was preparation for a military operation or for escorting a journeyContinue reading “#61.3, Thursday, Oct. 3, 2024”
#61.1, Tuesday, Oct. 1, 2024
Historical Setting, 630 C.E. a place where only flowers may grow The anniversary of a loss is always hard. Practice doesn’t make grief perfect. There is no perfect grief. It is always soaked in tears and etched with markings of “should haves” and “could haves.” Even with a death by cancer to a womanContinue reading “#61.1, Tuesday, Oct. 1, 2024”
#60.12, Thursday, Sept. 26, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Creek House in the Vosges Mts. A precious generation of our own lives is lost when an illness robs us of old age. Ana argues her wish to keep the cat when Hannah offers to relieve her mother of the stress of caring for Inky. Apparently, Hannah thinks this catContinue reading “#60.12, Thursday, Sept. 26, 2024”
#60.11, Wednesday, Sept. 25, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Creek House in the Vosges Mts. Vizsla would be much more at ease with a building project if he were told to use a surgeon’s blade. He is clearly befuddled by the ax. The first tree he chased down wasn’t felled so much as wounded, tenderly, so there wouldn’t beContinue reading “#60.11, Wednesday, Sept. 25, 2024”
#60.10, Tuesday, Sept. 24, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Creek House in the Vosges Mts. “Maybe it is true that Hannah doesn’t know everything about marriage,” I’m telling Layla, “And you may be right, that she can’t understand what it is to be married. But don’t, for a moment, forget marriage is about the beautiful life. So, this papa’sContinue reading “#60.10, Tuesday, Sept. 24, 2024”
#60.9, Thursday, Sept. 19, 2024
Historical Setting, 629 C.E. Creek House in the Vosges Mts. Vizsla is down here at the creek cottage this evening with his fleece. He told Hannah that Brandell says he can’t stay there with them any more nights. Vizsla says marriage has turned Brandell “selfish.” This Avar seems a little miffed. Apparently, he wasContinue reading “#60.9, Thursday, Sept. 19, 2024”
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