Author Archives: dmdubay

School was out for the entire week before Christmas and Alfred’s mother had lots of chores for him and Agnes. She always assigned the dirtiest projects to Alfred. Agnes’ asthma prevented her from doing so many things. The house had … Continue reading →

“What does that mean?” Alfred asked. “I come to announce the promised one. Wait with patience. He will appear when the time is right.” Alfred wanted to ask more questions, like, “Who are you talking about? Why can’t I see … Continue reading →

He anticipated another snowfall in the morning as he closed his eyes on Friday night. “Maybe there will be another surprise for me by my fort.” But in the morning he was disappointed to see only a heavy accumulation of … Continue reading →

HATE ACTUALLY WINS?   Please, tell me it isn’t true. Hateful, divisive bullies win. Diplomacy, tact and class Are ground into the dirt.   A low day indeed For all who honor decency And kindness. For those who respect The … Continue reading →

On Saturday morning, just before dawn, Alfred opened his eyes sensing a change. He took his headlamp from the nightstand and aimed it at the window. He saw fingers of frost creeping around the edges of each pane. “I bet … Continue reading →

A shiny, metallic object caught his eye just beyond his tree fort. “What could that be?” he wondered. Walking now, instead of running, he approached the foreign looking thing. Everything around it had a dusting of snow, but the silver … Continue reading →

I wrote a short story last Advent about an unusual Creche. I will be posting it over the next months in short installments. Be sure to check it out each week. An Extraordinary Crèche Snow fell silently all night. Around … Continue reading →

When I look out in the morning, I need to see nature. My eyes are not ready to focus on man-made lines. I want the soft green of fields or the expansiveness of the sea. If that’s not available, I … Continue reading →

I am convinced: weeds have intelligence. Those pesky, long stemmed, yellow weeds talk amongst themselves as the mower approaches. “Lie down, she’s coming,” they say. I want to knock them down like a machete wielding madwoman, but when I look … Continue reading →

The changing light on the fields below our home creates an almost limitless variety of moods. I look out to see the golden light of the morning sun and everything is yellow and bright. On other days an ethereal morning … Continue reading →