Yesterday when I checked Facebook, I found that my hometown of Tahlequah had experienced a real-life mystery. Along about eleven o’clock Saturday evening, a large explosion or what sounded like an explosion startled everyone for miles around. Some people even reported feeling the shock waves. Some said it was a series of explosions. So far as […]
Feb 27, 2016
Saturday Morning Coffee with Blanche
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The coffee is hot; the morning is quiet, a perfect time for a cozy chat with friends. Although I’m in NW Arkansas and you are in various places around the country and around the world, we have a lot in common. In the first place, we like books and reading. In the second place, we may […]
Feb 24, 2016
Cozy Critter Time Again!
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Today, we cozy critters will gather to discuss all things literary and several things that are not. I can hardly wait to hear what they have been reading and writing. We will miss Cozy Critter Judy. But, when Texas calls, Judy must answer. As I started to go to bed last night, I glanced out […]
Feb 14, 2016
Be My Valentine
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Remember how excited we’d get as children on Valentine’s Day, counting those cards, reading the verses, keeping them in boxes? What a sweet custom! It seemed to me that my kindergarteners got more excited about Valentine’s Day than about Christmas. They would decorate white paper sacks which I fastened to the chalk tray then they would […]
Dec 31, 2015
Many Things About Tomorrow
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Many things about tomorrow I don’t seem to understand; but I know Who holds tomorrow, and I know Who holds my hand. — Christian song. I don’t know who wrote those lyrics nor the melody but it certainly fits today, doesn’t it? The Old Year is nearly a thing of the past. The New Year is […]
Dec 16, 2015
Christmas Concert
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Last night, I went with my family to my granddaughter’s Christmas Concert. What a privilege! Those young people are talented! And beautiful in their neat uniforms and shiny black shoes. They were also attentive. All eyes were on their director and they responded to every nuance in the music and the silent directions from his face […]
