My street is waking up this morning. Daylight lengthens; shadows grow fainter while treetops turn golden from the rising sun. My thoughts, too, are stirring slowly, thinking about the day before me. It’s funny, this “things become clearer only as I do them”. Must be some sort of rule. For example, I can draw a […]
Aug 26, 2025
Change
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Changes. Life is a series of changes. Young people adapt to those changes a lot more easily than we who are older. Here in Arkansas, change is all around me as green pastures and trees are bulldozed in favor of houses, apartments, or shopping centers. I admit I don’t happily adjust to changes like […]
Nov 13, 2024
Neighborhood Owl
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One of the things that’s so neat about this Arkansas town is that fields, pastures, and woods are just a block or two away, and oh, my goodness! I hope it stays that way. It seems that every time I look, another pasture has been gobbled up by “progress”. In just the time I’ve lived […]
May 14, 2022
The Call of the Whippoorwill
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In my last blog, I wrote about how times have changed since I was a girl. I miss a lot of those times. One thing I didn’t write about, and which I sincerely miss, is hearing the call of the whippoorwill. The whippoorwill is a night bird, a fascinating bird, and second only to the […]
Feb 15, 2022
Whistling in the Wind
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Did you ever try whistling in the wind? A whistle doesn’t go far in windy conditions and I’m sure my whistling won’t either, this morning, but this is my viewpoint on the plan for a proposed new part of Highway 82 in northeast Oklahoma: it stinks! Hwy. 82 is a dangerous road; most highways are. […]
Oct 22, 2016
The Blight of Progress
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Sure, I know “you can’t stop progress.” I’ve heard that many times and fear it may be largely true. Question is, where is this march of progress leading? I’m all for progress in medicine, in doing things better (not necessarily faster) and for headway made against the ills of mankind. What I’m not for is senseless […]
