Thoughts and Sifting Through

  Do you ever wake up with a thought or a song running through your head? I do, quite often. It’s nice when those thoughts are positive, not so nice when they aren’t. What are they related to? Why do we have them? I don’t know the answers, but I wish I did. Spring inspires […]

Thoughts on Reaching a Milestone

Thoughts on Reaching a Milestone

      Sometimes, a person reaches a milestone and just sitting down on it for a rest and a think seems to be in order. I’ve covered a good many miles before reaching this thinking spot–more miles behind than there are in front, to be sure, and I ask myself what I’ve accomplished and what, […]

A Small World After All

A Small World After All

God’s Small World God made a tiny, shiny world in blades of grass and flowers, Where crickets creep and spiders spin and dewdrops fall in showers. And in this small, this crawly world are secrets and surprises. The caterpillars creeping here wear summertime disguises. No one but God could think of it; I don’t know […]

Moonstruck and Murderous

Moonstruck and Murderous

  The people at the Carver Estate are a little–how shall I say it–odd? Or, are they strange-acting because they are moonstruck? Pat, Ned McNeil’s friend, thinks they are both moonstruck and murderous. Is the blue moon during this month of March affecting everyone, including Ned?  The month is March–a strange month–a rainy, windy, untrustworthy […]

The Case of the Golden-Haired Sleuth

The Case of the Golden-Haired Sleuth

  She had been following that tell-tale trail all morning. Surely, this time she would find the culprits. All those over-turned garbage cans, clothes stolen off clotheslines, food swiped from picnic baskets when no one was looking–it all had to stop and she was just the sleuth who could stop it. Looking down at the […]

Easter and the Easter Egg Tree

Easter and the Easter Egg Tree

  The following story is an excerpt from The Heritage of Etta Bend, a story my mother told me about her childhood in northeast Oklahoma. The “I” is my mother, Susie Latty Day. Mom told me this story and I wrote it to be included in The Heritage of Etta Bend in 1989. It was […]