Routines are nice as long as they don’t become ruts. Routines are not the same as schedules. A schedule seems rather inflexible and fixed, but a routine is a pattern that gives meaning to a day. Routines are more like tribal customs. In the dim, dark ages that many people have never experienced, those days before […]
Dec 18, 2014
The Mystery of the Murky Bog, Part II
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Mallory’s heart pounded in her throat as she stood and turned in a slow circle, wondering which direction to go, trying to see through the gloom. It was hopeless; never had she seen the mist so thick and dark, but panic urged her into the night, searching for Maureen and that high, keening cry. The man, that […]
Apr 14, 2013
The Things We Can’t Hold in Our Hands
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Yesterday I sat with a group of people who, like me, love freedom and are concerned it may be slipping away. We were from a lot of different backgrounds and a wide age range but we had one thing in common: love of country and our Constitution. And I thought about freedom. What is it? […]
Apr 10, 2013
Lady’s Best Friend
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Yesterday as I wrote about D. C., I mentioned another cat, Rinehart. This is how he came to be at Manos Meadows. A lot of years ago, a stray cat wandered to my mother and dad’s house in Tahlequah. She was a gray and white Manx and very, very shy. She had long hair and […]
