Author: Adra Fisher
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A fond farewell
Like many relationships these days, ours began innocently enough, driven mainly by curiosity on my part and fueled by the internet. Little did I know that my urgent keystrokes on that unseasonably warm April evening in 2007 would launch a 16-year love affair that provided immeasurable solace and diversion during some very rocky times. But…
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The little cat who thought she could ... and actually succeeded!
Do we ever get enough of baby animals and happy endings? If you’ve met your weekly quota, stop reading now because this cat tale features both — and maybe even a life lesson or two (but I’ll leave that up to you). Our story begins around mid-morning on Saturday, July 8. Jeff and I are…
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Confessions of an aging road dog
We’ve been traveling three days now, with easy overnights in Missouri and Arkansas, launching our Midwest road trip on a promising note. Both states made lasting impressions with their natural beauty, vibrant downtowns, friendly locals, and abundance of armadillo roadkill. We’re in Kansas now, entranced by a cerulean sky topped with dollops of pillowy white…
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Healing in a world of hurt
During the two-week run of beautiful weather just after Easter, a violent stomach bug came calling and knocked me for a loop. Jeff was sick too, but with a spring cold -- somehow miraculously sidestepping the virus that brought me literally to my knees. It’s never a good time to be sick, but during that…
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Haiku You!
If you’re a regular reader of The Winchester Sun — and I hope you are — you know how lucky we are to have accomplished and knowledgeable columnist Bill McCann keeping us up on the local and regional art scene. In a March 28 Sun article, Bill put out word that the newspaper is seeking…
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It’s time to fly
The wind and I go way back, and our relationship is ... complicated. Throughout my life, this invisible but very tangible force of nature has at various times lulled, soothed, thrilled, frustrated, agitated, and terrified me (not unlike my long-gone cat Juniper — may she rest forever in peace — but that’s a story for…
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Taking stock in the new year
As the first month of the new year slips away, I realize I spent January taking stock, sifting through the physical and emotional accumulations of these past few years — years I can only describe as surreal. While rummaging recently in my art room piles, I came upon this watercolor-and-pen still life dated July 24,…
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Wintertime Whish
The recent arctic freeze had us worried about the neighborhood cats that frequent our yard and drink from our ancient birdbath, which quickly turned into a miniature skating rink as the temperatures tanked and the snowflakes swirled. After a couple of anxious days without sighting these ferociously independent felines, I’m happy to report they are…
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Revising our Christmas Myths
Happy Holidays? That depends on who you ask. For many of our fellow Kentuckians (and citizens all over the globe), it’s not a festive time. Loss of life and property from natural and man-made disasters, diseases, mass shootings, and wars tends to dampen even the most indomitable spirits among us. If we are fortunate enough…
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The limitless sky
We’ve had some unusual skies this November: a total lunar eclipse (a.k.a., “Blood Moon”), wildfire smoke, heavy fogs, out-of-nowhere snow showers, but my favorites have been the stunning sunsets. Autumn and winter bring to Clark County the most vivid sunups and downs of the year, thanks to changing weather patterns that quell the profuse scattering…