This morning I woke up wondering why I write. Why? I sit in front of the computer, pulling words out of the air for a good part of my day. Why do I do that? Maybe the answer lies in the third sentence; I don’t really pull words out of the air, they are vying […]
Nov 13, 2013
Where Cozy Critters Critique
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I’ve a question. What is a cozy critter? Now, we in the South know that a critter is our way of saying, “creature”. And, of course, a creature is a living being made by our Creator. But a cozy critter? Let me give you a clue. Cozy critters come in all shapes and sizes. Each […]
Nov 12, 2013
Warming My Heart
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When the pre-dawn darkness gives way to light this morning, I’ll dread looking at my maple. It has been the most beautiful this year that I remember it ever being. But, alas! After today, its gorgeous leaves will be mostly on the ground. I couldn’t believe the forecast yesterday–the temperature was in the 60s–that tonight […]
Nov 11, 2013
Armistice! Peace, At Last!
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My parents always called November 11, 1918, “Armistice Day.” Later, it was changed to Veterans’ Day” but to Mom and Dad, it was “Armistice Day.” My mother told me how excited they all were at Etta Bend when they found out the Great War was over. They shouted. They cried. They laughed. Finally, the soldiers […]
Nov 10, 2013
Storms of Life
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There’s an old song that goes something like this, “When the storms of life are raging, stand by me.” Seems to me that Tennessee Ernie Ford sang that song. The words refer to the emotional, spiritual storms that we all encounter but could also be applied to the violent weather that devastates areas of our […]
Nov 7, 2013
Christmas in November
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Yesterday I attended Fran’s monthly luncheon. It is always a warm, happy time of friends getting together but yesterday was even more special. Norma came from Tahlequah and went with me. So Norma, Jane, Peg, and I motored over to Fran’s together, visiting with each other (actually, chattering away like girls) all the way there […]
