The coffee pot chuffs and chuckles as it finishes brewing those energizing cups of Folgers. I push my mug under the spout and relish the aroma. Hot, black and satisfying, it marks the start of a brand new day. I carry my warm mug back to the computer, set it on the desk, and think […]
Jul 16, 2017
A Nice, Warm, Old-Fashioned Kind of Day
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Yesterday was a warm, old-fashioned kind of day–well, actually, it was hot! And, guess what happened? My air conditioner stopped putting out cool air. This is the third time this summer that it has just given up. Is it old and tired? Is the heat too much for it? Have I not been properly grateful […]
Jun 19, 2017
Saying Good Morning to an Early June Day
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What is there about an early spring morning before the sun comes up, when the grass is soggy with yesterday’s rain? The air is hushed and listening for the robin’s song and the dove’s call to announce a new beginning. Leaves are still except when the whisper of a breeze stirs them. The wonder of […]
Jun 16, 2017
Owl Have a Cup of Ritual, Please
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This morning I am beginning the day with my ritual of drinking coffee but one thing is different–an owl mug, a gift from Dayla’s girls. That owl holds a lot of coffee and I rather think he is pleased to be useful. Rituals! Isn’t it funny the way we establish them without even meaning to? […]
May 12, 2017
Is It Morning Yet?
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Morning is here, but you couldn’t tell by looking. It’s dark! It’s rainy! Once again, Nemo looks up at me with apologetic eyes and says there’s no way he’s going out in a downpour. I explain that he could run out, do the necessary, dash back in and have a nice, crunchy bone as a […]
Apr 16, 2017
Easter Morning and 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. I thought it was appropriate for this Easter, 102 years after it happened. Mom told me this story and I wrote it to […]
