I should have known better! It’s my own fault! I went to the grocery store at 4:00 pm on a weekday. I avoid grocery shopping at all costs on the weekends because of the crazies who pretend to work during the week and need to purchase their food and booze on the weekends; but you…
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Torture in the Chair
The sharp, curved tool scraped the very roots of my existence until the tips of my fingernails dug into the palms of my hands, bruising my skin and drawing blood. She adjusted the light. More scraping . . .this time sending electricity down my spine. A tube squirt moisture . . . ice cold water…
Friends Who Help Us Grow
Relaxing on Adirondack chairs in the protected garden of my brain sit a handful of friends who have contributed to my personal growth. They don’t know this, of course, so they will remain anonymous. I believe everyone we encounter teaches us a lesson. These lessons help us grow as they multiply and spread to…
She Grew a Garden of Life
She was barely visible to the eye Growing on the barren tree…a tiny bud Protected tightly in green layers….a sign of new life. She was nurtured by the love of two First loves of her life…ones who knew her best Rain and sun…father and mother…sustenance of life. She burst forth into a blossom…
The Making of “Lonnie the Loon Learns to Call”
I wanted to write a picture book about Lonnie’s dad teaching him the Loon calls. The Loon calls are so beautiful, I wanted to share them somehow with children, and I wanted to write another book to go along with the Lonnie the Loon series. My first problem was to figure out how to interpret…
Autumn Memories
Autumn smells tickle wonderful memories of my childhood. My mother, father, brother, and I lived on a parcel of land near the Rio Grande in west Albuquerque. I know “down by the river” conjures a specific image by those who enjoyed the comedy of Chris Farley, rest his soul, but our cozy adobe, flat-roofed…
Practice for the Journey
The birds and waterfowl are starting their migration South for the winter. Geese are particularly noisy this time of year. One autumn after visiting Minnesota for the summer, our campground was adjacent to a cornfield. I was sitting in my lawn chair next to our trailer enjoying a cup of Joe and the crisp fall…
Lawn Art
Lawn art is abundant here in the Midwest. Take for example this lovely toilet garden I spotted next to someone’s mailbox. It takes on a whole different meaning of potted plant, and I’m sure the postman is sure to enjoy a whiff of sweet aroma as he deposits the letters and bills into the…
It’s Easter
I was in the bank yesterday and the teller, obviously wanting to make conversation, told me she liked Easter better than Christmas now that her son is older. “Christmas is for children.” She said. Apparently she has forgotten the true meaning of both these holidays. When my children were little, I took them to all…
Welcome to Renner Writes
Renner Writes provides writing and editing services to authors, businesses, and schools. Renner Writes also showcases books, articles, and special events by author, Barbara Renner. Lonnie the Loon Learns to Fly, a children’s picture book, was recently honored as a finalist in the 2014 Harvest Book Reading Competition. The Harvest Book Reading’s sole purpose is…