Does writing tend to call out the real person hiding inside some of us? Are you a closet writer? Who are you, really? The birthday of Robert Louis Stevenson was just a few days ago. His family wanted him to be a lighthouse keeper. He had other ideas and pursued those dreams. I’m very glad […]
Nov 18, 2016
Upside-Down Sort of Day
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This day is starting upside-down, temperature-wise. But, that’s all right. Yesterday, the wind blew like a storm all day. Warm temperatures, cloudless sky with gales. I’m glad I took a picture of my beautiful golden maple because this morning a lot of those leaves are on the ground and the wind is still gusting. The temperature is […]
Nov 15, 2016
Christmas Is Coming, the Goose Is Getting Fat
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Christmas is indeed coming in about five weeks. Have you started your Christmas list? I’ve started, but I have a long way to go. If I had a goose, he’d probably be getting fat. We didn’t have geese when I was a child. Chickens, yes. Geese? No. To my way of thinking, books should be […]
Nov 11, 2016
V Stands for Veterans; V Stands for Valor
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The Valor of Veterans Down through the mists of time they come, marching to a distant drum. Soldiers, sailors, airmen, all, who stood to answer their country’s call. From the Revolutionary War days, through the War of 1812, The Civil War, World War I and World War II, Korea, Viet Nam, Afghanistan and Iraq, brave men […]
Nov 7, 2016
Earthquake!
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Another earthquake struck my home state of Oklahoma last night at 7:44. It was first thought to be a 5.3 but has been down-graded to a 5.0. My brother phoned a few minutes after it struck, asking if I felt it. I didn’t. He and my sister-in-law not only felt, they heard it and it shook […]
Nov 4, 2016
Gladness Is Where You Find It
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Gladness, joy, maybe a bit of wackiness are all around us. Enjoying the moment makes the day brighter. Going into the church yesterday morning for the senior breakfast, I met a lady I didn’t know. We introduced ourselves. Her name was Betty. “I’m not very good with remembering names,” she said. “Oh, well, in that case, […]
