Is it the coffee? Is it the heavy warmth of summer or is it just me? For whatever reason, I’m sitting at my computer feeling philosophical this morning. I’ve learned through the years that if one is quiet, prone to brief nods or slow eye blinks, tilts the head to one side and says, “Hmm,” […]
Jul 21, 2018
It Was a Dark and Stormy Night
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It was indeed a dark and stormy night last night. Not once, not twice, but three times, the storms woke me. I should say they woke Nemo who then woke me. He has developed a sensitivity to storms that borders on panic. And, when panic takes over, there’s no reasoning with him. But, we made […]
Jul 17, 2018
The Mystery of the Swaying Crepe Myrtle
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A branch on the crepe myrtle just outside my window is swaying. What is making it move? It isn’t the wind. The breeze is still; all the other branches are still. It’s a mystery! (I think I know the answer–a squirrel, but since I didn’t glimpse him, I’ll just keep the mystery.) Mysteries are on […]
Jul 16, 2018
A Whisper in the Wind
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My dear cousin Brian sent me copies of articles he had found which first appeared in a Tahlequah newspaper in 1913. What treasures! News from county communities included quite a few items from Etta. At that time, my mother was seven years old. It was a glimpse into life a hundred years ago. A […]
Jul 15, 2018
How Do You Look at Things?
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My sister-in-law Linda and I found these old glasses in their case when we were cleaning out Mom and Dad’s storage room. I know two things about them: they are old and I like them a lot. They did not belong to my parents and I’m guessing some previous owner of the house and storage […]
Jul 11, 2018
The Beauty of Brothers
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Today is the birthday of my oldest brother, Tracy. We laugh and call him the Emperor, the boss of the clan. It is also the birthday of my oldest nephew, Clint. In honor of this, I re-post an article I wrote a couple of years ago. My brothers and I often reminisce. Sadly, we don’t […]
