I’ve thought a lot about the state of affairs in America and in my opinion, that state of affairs is pretty bewildering. Once again, I’m reminded of the Aesop fable, The Boy, the Man, and the Donkey, or The Mixed Up Chameleon by Eric Carle, or Hans Christian Anderson’s, The Emperor’s New Clothes. In The […]
Apr 16, 2023
Scattered Thoughts
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This morning, the world is green and peaceful. Birds are busy looking for bugs. A squirrel chases a bluejay up the maple tree. Sunlight warms treetops. Nature is at rest this morning. Yesterday, parts of Arkansas south of here and parts of Oklahoma were bombarded with giant-sized hailstones which did a lot of damage. All […]
Apr 14, 2023
Psalms and Writing
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A Writer’s Psalm Bless my writing, O Lord! May all my plots and characters praise You! The earth is rich in books; verily, it overflows with the written word. Large is the competition; great is the challenge. When wicked reviewers come upon me, to demolish my efforts, may their computers develop glitches. Though an […]
Apr 12, 2023
Fly, Owlbert!
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Fly, Owlbert! Owlbert liked his dark, cozy home in the old oak tree. It was comfortable; it was warm. He slept all day and at night, Mama and Papa Owl brought him tasty morsels. What more could one small owl ask? “It’s time to learn to fly, Owlbert,” Mother owl hooted softly. “All little owlets […]
Apr 11, 2023
Keyboard Phobia
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It is very hard to write when someone is staring at me. Where is the mystery-loving dog who is supposed to be a warm companion as I spin spooky tales of terror? But, no. He stares. Nemo does not like the computer. Is Nemo a victim of Logizomechanophobia, computer phobia, or is he trying to tell […]
Apr 8, 2023
The Easter Egg Tree
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The following story is an excerpt from The Heritage of Etta Bend, a story my mother told me about her childhood in northeast Oklahoma. The “I” is my mother, Susie Latty Day. Mom told me this story and I wrote it to be included in The Heritage of Etta Bend in 1989. It was spring, […]
