Rose Mary Clarke’s Story Archive

This n’ That

The older I get, the more my brain is overloaded with disparate events and ideas. This column reflects that. Drat! I just answered the phone, and a syrupy-voiced stranger said, “And how are you today Mrs. Clarke?” “Who are you?” “This is Jerome Jerkin calling.” “Why are you calling me?” … Read More

Spring Diary

March: Pretty, pretty, pretty! Our spring flowers, magnolia tree and fruit trees bloomed at the same time. Oh how I’ve bragged about our early, lovely spring to my California cousin, Wayne, my friend John who is wintering in Tucson, and the Vrabels who are having a chilly winter in Florida! … Read More

Spring

“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” — Percy Byshe Shelley Oh dear . . . here we are at Easter, and it seems as if we celebrated Christmas only yesterday! My life has followed an orbit as fixed as any planet’s. Each season has had its own delectable … Read More

About Ben Adhem

I concocted Vadel’s name because I fear that Islamic radicals might harm him as he’s so outspoken. He was imprisoned and tortured in Mauritania for writing something of which the regime disapproved. While he was living in Bloomington, an FBI agent interviewed him after someone turned him in for something … Read More

Son of Darkness, Daughter of the Light

The deaths of certain people tear holes in the fabric of my existence. One of them was the magnificent writer, Pat Conroy, who deserved the Nobel Prize for literature more than some who have received it. Another was the darling, bright-natured and talented musician Gerry Gray. Salty-tongued old Granny opined, … Read More