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 26, 2015
Mysterious Morning
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If a writer of mysteries (me) ever needed a mysterious atmosphere in which to write a mystery, that dark, dangerous, scary time is now! In fact, after a night of lightning and storm warnings, it’s still dark and foreboding this morning. My heart goes out to the people in Texas and Oklahoma and also here […]
May 25, 2015
Proudly
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My brothers, Thurman, Tracy, and Richard served in the Navy; my husband in the Army; my nephew Clint joined the Marines. They all came back home, all except Clint. We lost him to an awful place called Viet Nam. I think of Clint often and especially on Memorial Day. My country is made up of diverse […]
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 23, 2015
Food for Thought
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Does anybody remember the good old days when we pretty much ate what we wanted to eat, didn’t worry about how many calories we consumed or whether the flour was gluten-free? Or am I the only one old enough to recall when food was food, and were thankful to have it? I grew up on […]
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 […]
