Remember the phrase, “If it’s not broke, don’t fix it”? I wonder that about a lot of things and more often now than I used to. One thing that puzzles me is why manufacturers or agencies change an advertisement that is working fine. Sometimes after watching a flashy commercial complete with all the latest TV hijinks, I ask, […]
May 28, 2015
A Gathering of Cozy Critters
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Learning is a lifelong process. I’ve learned a lot more out of the classroom than I ever did inside four walls (I’ll have to admit though that those kindergarteners taught me a lot when I was supposed to be teaching them!) In our cozy critiques, learning is the key–the key to writing, reading, understanding, and […]
May 27, 2015
The Mystique of the Critique
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Today is that special time of the month–the cozy critique. This is when a group of ladies will gather around the hundred-year old table to discuss what they are reading and writing, to offer suggestions and a gentle critique, to munch on cookies, sip coffee, and pursue a wide range of topics. In other words, […]
May 24, 2015
Rain!
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I could hardly believe the Tulsa meteorologist this morning but I’m sure he’s accurate. In a 24-hour period, Tahlequah received seven inches of rain! In Claremore, a firefighter lost his life in a storm drain while trying to deliver food. In Sapulpa, people are being evacuated by boat. Tornadoes in Oklahoma and Texas. May is […]
May 22, 2015
A God of Second Chances
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Mornings are God’s gift to mankind, a chance of beginning again. Yesterday’s mistakes are erased as surely as night gives way to sunshine. It’s a new day, a clean, unwritten page. It’s time to begin again. One of my favorite biblical parables is the one found in Luke 15, the story of the prodigal son. Even […]
May 21, 2015
Which Winter Is This?
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Okay, we’ve had blackberry winter, whippoorwill winter and now is this ‘possum winter? It is 45 degrees this morning. Sweatshirt weather again. The water fountain in the container garden reminds me of a creek bubbling through the woods, a kind of cold-looking robin is out checking the ground for early-bird worms and the leaves on […]
