Is any day quieter than an early Sunday morning? Even the trees are still. The only thing moving on my street is a white cat who saw something interesting and crossed over the curb. Are squirrels late sleepers? I don’t know. I haven’t ever seen any until well after daylight. They should have plenty of […]
Oct 25, 2013
It’s a Mystery to Me
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Warning: This morning’s blog is really a result of my meandering mind. I wonder about many things which remain a mystery, at least, to me. However, if you choose to read on, let me assure you that I don’t believe my blog is injurious to your health. Life is full of mysteries, some big and […]
Oct 24, 2013
Changes
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Yesterday was one of those rare, glorious weather days in Northwest Arkansas and Northeast Oklahoma. It was a perfect day for a small excursion to the town of five generations of my family, the capital of the Cherokee Nation, Tahlequah. Trees were just beginning to turn colors, warmed by the sun in a cloudless sky. […]
Oct 23, 2013
A Blessing for Writers and Readers
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May our tongues always be the pens of ready writers, never running out of a wellspring of words and the most engaging way of saying them. May our thoughts be open to inspiration and divine guidance and our fingers able to translate those thoughts into words on paper. A never-ending stream of eager followers, encouraging, […]
Oct 22, 2013
The Not-So-Nice-Mice (conclusion)
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The Not-So-Nice-Mice By Blanche Day Manos (Part II) “What?”the spider shouted. “I’ve never heard of that. “I think you’ve got this backward. You are a mixed-up cat.” “The mice are quick,” Tom whimpered. “I could not catch a one. “And they all tend to laugh at me because I cannot run.” “Hmm,” the spider muttered, […]
Oct 21, 2013
A Scattering of Footprints
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Looking back at what I’ve written through the years, I find a strange paper trail of four main interests: fiction, poetry, songs, articles. Many examples show up within each category and yes, indeed, it is a paper trail because I began writing long before my desk ever boasted of holding a computer. Interesting letters of […]
