It is chilly this morning! Temperature is only in the sixties. Some of the leaves are actually starting to change color. I read somewhere that it isn’t frost but amount of sunshine or the length of the day that causes them to change. Anyway, fall always reminds me of some of my favorite poems, this […]
Sep 9, 2018
Darcy, Flora, and Ned Go to Tahlequah
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Yesterday, Darcy, Flora, Ned and I went to an author’s fair at the Tahlequah Library. Rain pelted us on the way and the day was dark, but did that dampen our spirits? Of course not! Our hearts were light and sunny and that’s what mattered. The authors were put into the Carnegie Room, which […]
Sep 8, 2018
Wineskins, Reviewers, and Praise
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A Writer’s Psalm Bless the Lord, O my writing. May all my plots and characters praise the Lord! The earth, O Lord, is rich in books; verily, it overflows with the written word. Large is the competition; great is the challenge to find a place in this plethora of volumes. Humbled, I put fingers to keyboard […]
Sep 7, 2018
Autumn Thoughts on a Warm September Day
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Yesterday, I decided that I should make my house a little more welcoming for fall, just in case it is really around the corner. If it should come calling and find summer still firmly ensconced, why, it just might not feel welcome and turn around and go back home. We can’t have that! The weatherman […]
Sep 6, 2018
When the Blues Come Calling, Don’t Open the Door
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Let’s admit it–some days, spirits seem to sag in the middle. Everything under the sun that is sad or unfair or uncertain comes and sits right there on my shoulders, just daring me to get out of bed and put one foot in front of the other and face the day. As the songs goes, […]
Sep 5, 2018
The Mystery of the Wandering Chicken
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I’ve looked out my kitchen window and seen many things: children, cats, dogs, rabbits, squirrels, birds, but yesterday was the first time I’ve looked out and seen a chicken. Where did it come from? I don’t know and can only guess. It was thirsty. It hopped up on the bird bath and drank and drank. […]
