Nancy McAtavey

  • Locations: Fiction, Opinion Published

    Work in Progress - Feb. 23, 2023

    Work in Progress – Feb. 23, 2023 thumbnail How is a raven different from a crow? Photo by Nancy McAtavey

    The Crows
    By Nancy McAtavey
    Carbondale

    The last January rays, too weak to reach the forest floor, set the treetops on fire. Since early morning, this murder of crows has circled my house…first to… read more →

  • Locations: Fiction, Opinion Published

    Work in Progress - Dec. 29, 2022

    Work in Progress – Dec. 29, 2022 thumbnail Photo by Nancy McAtavey

    December Ends
    By Nancy McAtavey
    Carbondale

    On this last afternoon of the year, I light my window candles early. I do not want darkness in my home tonight. As I walk from room to room, turning on each white bulb, I am… read more →

  • Locations: Fiction, Opinion Published

    Work in Progress - Dec. 1, 2022

    Work in Progress – Dec. 1, 2022 thumbnail The late December sun travels through the window a good 20 feet before reaching this manger. The figurines, probably seventy years old , are still expectant. This story never changes. Mary may move closer to the baby one year or a sheep may make its way into the manger. All small changes; well, except for the year GI Joe made his appearance. Photo and text by Nancy McAtavey

    December First
    Nancy McAtavey
    Carbondale

    Continued from “The House at #45” on the Nov. 24 Work in Progress page 

    December 1. This is the day that I have been waiting for. Today, after school Aunt Kitty and I will finish the nativity scene and… read more →

  • Locations: Fiction, Opinion Published

    Work in Progress - Nov. 24, 2022

    Work in Progress – Nov. 24, 2022 thumbnail These turkeys happily chow down on a few blades of grass alongside Cattle Creek Road, a few days before Thanksgiving. Photo by Jane Bachrach Obviously thankful for not ending up in someone’s oven, they’re having a happy Thanksgiving and we hope you are too!

    The House at #45
    Nancy McAtavey
    Carbondale 

    I loved the bigness of the house at number 45; the kitchen with its  cast iron stove, the dining room where I built forts under the claw foot table, the front parlor with… read more →