My thoughts are scattered this morning. I blame it on the before-Christmas-rush. The sky is blue, sun is shining, and the rain has stopped. It’s six days before Christmas and I’m trying to finish a few last-minute things. I’m convinced I should have started getting ready for Christmas in July. In fact, I meant to […]
Dec 19, 2018
Lunching with a Lively Group
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Jane’s house looked beautiful, all decked out for Christmas. And, the friends who gathered there for her luncheon yesterday arrived in a jolly Christmas spirit. The food was great, conversation, lively. It was a perfect way to celebrate, lunching with a lively group of women. Peg and I arrived first, Anita came in after us, […]
Dec 9, 2018
The Visitor Who Did Not Come
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A weather forecast promising four inches of snow, then two inches, then a dusting, then, maybe, nothing at all is singularly deflating. Yesterday was cold enough for snow, but it didn’t show up. What did show up was cold and a lot of nothing falling from the skies–not even oobleck, Dr. Seuss. In glancing back […]
Dec 5, 2018
The Amazing Conclusion of Buz’s Story
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Slipping from bush to rock, Buz followed the shepherds. Every once in a while, the shepherds paused and pointed to the sky. At last, they stopped in front of a stable in Bethlehem. They spoke and someone inside the stable answered. Then, the shepherds slowly stepped inside. Did Buz dare get closer to these […]
Dec 4, 2018
Buz and the Wonderful Star
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A few years ago, I wrote a children’s imaginary tale about a fox and his trip to a manger in Bethlehem. I post it every year before Christmas. So, it’s that time again; the first part today, the conclusion tomorrow. I hope you and the child in your life enjoy it. Buz the Fox […]
Dec 2, 2018
The Calm After the Storm
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Yesterday was the calm after an exceedingly stormy night. In checking with my friends in Oklahoma, I found that a tornado had roared through mighty close to my childhood home and not far from my mother’s home at Etta. It had torn up a boat marina on Tenkiller Lake and destroyed the homes of several […]
