Listening to someone, really listening and hearing what she says, can be the best gift you can give, and it doesn’t cost a dime, just a bit of your time. Recently, a friend suffered through a traumatic event. She mentioned it in our conversation and I told her how sorry I was and how glad […]
Sep 3, 2017
What Was It With Dink Renfro, Anyway?
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Dink Renfro was not superstitious; no, indeed. He just didn’t believe in tempting fate. He had a healthy respect for the stories he had heard about the old cemetery by that deserted church. And, too, there was the uneasy sort of feeling he got when he was mowing the grass out there. He reckoned he […]
Aug 20, 2017
The Eclipse of 1918
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Back in 1992, I published the second book about my mother’s childhood at Etta Bend, Cherokee County, Oklahoma. Mom told me these stories and I was privileged to write them to be published, first of all, in The Tahlequah Daily Press, and then gathered into a couple of books. Mom was the middle child of […]
Aug 9, 2017
When History Is a Part of the Mystery
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“What is that roar?” Nemo asked, ears perked up, tail at half-mast. “It’s just the FedEx truck,” I told him. “Maybe they’ve brought good news!” Ever alert and watchful, Nemo grumbled as I opened the door and took the box the polite FedEx man handed me. Was it what I thought it was? Tearing into […]
Aug 1, 2017
A Lulu of a Nightmare
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The nightmare jolted me awake. This is the opening line of By the Fright of the Silvery Moon and last night, it was quite literally true. An awful nightmare, which I shall not recount to you, woke me. I came to the sofa, went back to sleep, and, although I didn’t sleep well, didn’t dream the same thing […]
Jul 26, 2017
That Little Brown Church
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The Little Brown Church in the Vale was one of my dad’s favorite songs. Each time I hear it, I think of him. If you’d like to hear the Statler Brothers sing it, click on their name. This song always brings memories of a simpler, quieter, more devout time in our nation’s history. I love […]
