“You’re a grand old flag,” wrote George Cohan. I agree. Grand and beautiful and representative of freedom. Let’s stop a moment on this Flag Day to think about what our national banner means. To me, the Star Spangled Banner represents my Irish ancestors who left their own beautiful homeland and a heritage of centuries past, to […]
Jun 8, 2016
A Spot of Sunshine in a Gray Day
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As you know, I once wrote for The Tahlequah Daily Press. Recently, I ran onto this story I did for them many years ago and thought you might enjoy it. A wise woman once said, “I decided long ago that I would never be wealthy. In fact, I knew that I would never have much money. […]
Jun 4, 2016
A View from the Top
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The view from my 7th floor hospital room is quite nice. Rogers is spread out under me. On the interstate, cars are busily going here and there. People are starting a new day. I’m glad to be among them. Our hearts are wonderful things and when they are in sound working order, they run a […]
Jun 1, 2016
Creatures of Habit
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This morning, as the coffee finished perking, I looked in the cabinet for my favorite mug. Coffee would surely taste just as good in any other cup or mug but I really like this one. Why? It has a blue stripe and a blue flower, is larger at the bottom than the top, isn’t too large and […]
May 30, 2016
A Tight Grip on Freedom
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I hate war. I hate the thought of it: the separation from loved ones, the pain and death and cruelty and barbarism. What is at the heart of war? Why can we not live, each in his own country, peacefully? “War is hell,” said General Sherman. He should know. He certainly inflicted a lot of it on the […]
May 24, 2016
Without My Rose-Colored Glasses
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My left hand is a different color than my right hand. They were both the same shade until I ran into the door facing a couple of nights ago. You see, it was like this: I dozed off on the sofa, woke up and staggered back in the general direction of the bedroom. Aiming for the hall, my […]
