“Matlock has a gift for telling what she calls ‘the secret lives of ordinary people.’”
~Detroit Free Press



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  • Through a Child’s Eyes

    I slept in. Feels great! Day well started by the time I got to the porch–a wet, grey morning, with a bit of a breeze now and again far up at the tops of the pecan trees. I can hear a noisy hen telling the news from the hen house, and thunder booming in the…

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  • Taking it Easy Today.

    The sky grows blue, slowly, like blooming. There’s an large, billowy pink cloud behind the pecan tree leaves. The light all around holds a hint of pink, too. And the crickets and cicadas are going strong on this hot and sultry morning, where summer seems weary but full yet. I don’t know about the rest…

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  • Scene Planning: Part I

    Originally posted on Chronicles of the Scribe: Whether you’re a writer who works strictly from an outline or you’re a “pantser,” each scene of your story needs thinking over both before and after you write it. The before stuff: 1) From whose viewpoint will the scene be written? Maybe the scene needs to be from…

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  • First Things First

    I’ve watched the morning go from dark to light, and in only a half an hour. The crickets and cicadas sound the same–except there’s one cicada now, maybe in the pecan tree, quite loud. There’s a bird, or two? flittering around, going “Twit…twit…twit.” And, again, not a ruffle of a breeze, every leaf as still…

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  • Swarming Thoughts

    Having trouble with ants swarming on the cat bowls on the porch. I spray, and they are deterred until it rains, then back they come. This morning my thoughts are like those dang ants, all over me before 6 am. Gotta do this, what about that? what if there’s a glitch here? Get a cup…

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  • First Day of School for Everyone

    The air is heavy, thick and warm. I turned on the fan. Crickets in rhythm, and then this little squeak that got louder…louder and stronger. A single cicada in the pecan tree, I think. Oh, now several. I’d thought they were done for the year. Then there is this strange croaking from the back yard.…

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Matlock writes about generous people striving to live and love well. She does it beautifully.
~ Contra Costa Times