A rare occurrence yesterday–I saw a car that is older than I am! And, like me, it was still truckin’ down the road. When I saw it approaching, my first thought was, Wow! What a beauty! Then, I pulled in behind it and found out it was a 1941 DeSoto. Does anybody remember the DeSotos? How […]
Jun 2, 2014
As the Rain Comes Down
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It’s a very good morning if you are a duck or a frog or – a writer. Rain is pouring and it’s a wonderful morning to travel to Ednalee, Oklahoma, and see what Nettie (or Ned, as her friends call her) is up to. In Ednalee, it’s not June, it’s December and Christmas is just around […]
May 31, 2014
Waiting for the Morning
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“My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning” (Psalm 130:6). Something about mornings brings hope. I believe it is related to a life force within us that rises, like the mercury in a thermometer, with each new day. As I read that verse from Psalm 130, I can imagine a […]
May 30, 2014
Let’s Have Another Cup of Coffee
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Many years ago, every day after school, I stopped by Mom’s house for a cup of coffee. I looked forward to those times and I think she did too. We’d sit at her kitchen table and talk, not about anything in particular, just this and that. We didn’t solve any of the world’s problems nor did […]
May 15, 2014
Coffee, Cookies, and Cozy Critiques
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Yesterday from one to three was one of my favorite times of the month, the time when we cozy critters get together to read, discuss, share triumphs and challenges, and, in general, shape up our writing efforts. Once again, Helen had a victory to share. The Sanctuary of Hope in Branson published two more of […]
May 13, 2014
The Mysterious Attraction of a Spring Thunderstorm
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The children and I were on the deck yesterday when we first heard the thunder. Clouds were vying with the sun but at last, the clouds won and the thunder grew louder. We decided we’d better scoot inside the house. From there we watched a doozy of a spring storm. The maple tree in the […]
