The day began in a strange and mysterious way. Before daylight, thunder and rain moved in. A dark, damp world greeted the morning. The house lay still and silent, listening, waiting, wondering. A distant train whistle rose and fell, a mournful, ghostly sound. Inside the house, someone stirred. The coffee pot clicked and purred. Soon, the fragrance of the early morning […]
Apr 3, 2019
Why or Why Not
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Life would be a lot simpler if not for that little word, why. As Paul Harvey was fond of saying, there’s always a story behind the story. There’s always a reason why things are as they are and that reason isn’t always what we think it is. That’s why writing is so much fun. […]
Apr 2, 2019
When Grandma Bohannon Came to Etta Bend
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The Heritage of Etta Bend and Remembering Etta Bend are books of the stories of my mother’s childhood on a thriving Oklahoma farm in the last century. My cousin Carolyn Cochran Karinen drew the cover pictures for both books. Then, as now, everyone was glad to see signs of spring and know that the long […]
Apr 1, 2019
A Tat Here, A Tat There
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You’ll never guess what special day falls on April 1. Sure, I know it’s April Fool’s Day and hope and energy are in the air as well as a lot of jokes about shoe laces being untied. But April 1 is also International Tatting Day! Honestly. I’ll bet you knew that already. I love tatting. […]
Mar 30, 2019
Soggy Saturday Morning
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Rain pelts the house, dripping, dropping from the eaves, running in rivulets down the driveway and puddling in the yard. Thunder stomps through the clouds, loud, then dying away in the distance. Nemo makes every step I do, just to be sure I’m safe from that loud voice that grumbles and growls outside. This is […]
Mar 29, 2019
The End Has Come
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The last edit is finished and Moonstruck is complete. The good guys were triumphant as the bad guys met defeat. Ned had an adventure and writing it was fun, but I’ve got that empty feeling, now that it’s said and done. I guess I might be lonely for fictitious Ednalee and Ned and Pat […]
