The thermometer tells me it’s twenty degrees this morning and Lights of the Ozarks are on at the Fayetteville town square so really and truly, if Christmas is just around the corner, I might as well face it. Winter is here! We have snow in the forecast for tonight and tomorrow. The children, at least, […]
Nov 23, 2013
A Mish Mash of Morning Meanderings
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Let me tell you, this morning is going to be a little of this and a little of that. Writers are told that our stories should “hang together”. We should stick to the subject and write about what we know. I’m writing about what I know this morning but I can’t stick with the subject […]
Nov 22, 2013
An Indelible Picture
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I remember so clearly how, where, and when I heard the news. If you are anywhere near my age, you remember too. I was doing my student teaching, as we called it in those days (now it is called internship) in the second grade room of Mrs. Masters at Sequoyah Elementary in Tahlequah. In fact, […]
Nov 21, 2013
Crows and Jays
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Ah, November. Ah, November rain! Yesterday morning’s rain was brief and the day turned mostly clear and chilly. This morning, however, the rain sounds like it means business. So, I started thinking about things having to do with November and fall and rain. I don’t notice it so much here in town but at Manos […]
Nov 20, 2013
It Was a Wet November Morning
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The sun still hasn’t managed to tip the treetops. Somewhere in the east, it is slowly making its way to the horizon but it isn’t there yet. And, although the weatherman says rain won’t move in ’til tonight, something wet is falling from the sky. It isn’t snow, sleet, hail, or oobleck. By the way, […]
Nov 19, 2013
Family
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My friend Norma is rejoicing this morning. Her son Steve called. He and his family are safe. Right after the typhoon in the Philippines, I asked you to pray for Steve’s safety. Thank you for those prayers. This morning I am thinking about family and blessings and God’s goodness. I remember, years ago, asking my […]
