Lost Corner Letters

Some thoughts on life and living

The things our world cannot steal, the things that will last, are your integrity, your purpose and, for me, a richly woven inner tapestry that values a worn-down old place in Chatham County as highly as the biggest, finest American home.

Mitzi Viola, “At Home

Essays, etc.

  • Birthday flowers

    They say we should give flowers now – tell the people we love how we feel about them while they’re still here. Too often we wait until they’re gone. I tend to wait.  In fact, I’m pretty darn good at posthumous tributes. So with a special birthday on the calendar I thought I would ‘give…

  • Signs

    sign     \ˈsīn\ n. 1. Something that suggests the presence or existence of a fact, condition, or quality. 2. a. An act or gesture used to convey an idea, a desire, information, or a command: gave the go-ahead sign.             b. Sign language. 3.             a. A displayed structure bearing lettering or symbols, used…

  • At home

    Memory floods like the whiff of ignition of the gas-powered stove, ushered in through the predictable swat of a screen door against its white frame. Three concrete steps lead to a gray-washed back porch.  The aroma of fried chicken, grease and room-temperature sweet tea swirls, even before the rush of air from the back door…

  • Everyday creeps

    Structural shift ‘Street creep’ is a term known to builders, engineers and home inspectors. It can be found in neighborhoods with traditional infrastructures – curb and gutter and the like.  Here’s how it works: –          A paved road expands, placing pressure on an adjacent hard-surface driveway. –          Under tremendous outside pressure, the entryway in turn…

  • Unmasked

    Deep in a wooded patch in my little corner of the world lives a mythical creature. A soft, luscious green, this web-toed tree climber with gold eyes sends a warning to potential enemies.  Eat me and you will regret it.  My toxins will give you the worst heartburn of your life.  Try me! You know…

  • Animal sanhedrin

    “Ssstep on in, pleasse.  We need to get ssssstarted.” Snake called the members to task. “Bat.  Bear.  Fisssh.  In your placess, time’s a wassting.  Rat has big plansssss to raid a nessst at ssss-ssundown.” Rat laughed the biggest rat laugh and flashed her best rat smile.  She pulled a single black whisker from Dog’s fluffy snout…




I am a nonprofit development officer and student of life. For me, writing offers new ways of seeing ordinary things. I write to promote the common good and decrease the distances between people. Thanks so much for reading.

Mitzi

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