This morning, a small gray cat is slipping quietly through my thoughts. I think of her often, D. C., the cat who was with us the longest. She was actually my son’s cat, but she and I understood each other. She could look at me and communicate that she would like a bite of […]
Jun 1, 2018
Not So Mysterious Manos Meadows
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Where did I come up with the name Manos Meadows? Well, it’s like this. That was the name of our home and a few acres near Tahlequah. So, I keep that title because it reminds me of home. It was not a fancy place. But in June, honeybees buzzed around the hive in the pasture, […]
Jul 13, 2017
Don’t Mess With Second-Guessing Wisdom
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Wisdom is something we learn. We’ve all heard that hindsight is 20/20 vision. Right? So, why do we waste so much time looking back? Why is it so easy to be beset with the shoulda woulda coulda syndrome? If anything is a waste of time, it’s second-guessing, wishing we had made a different decision, a […]
Apr 1, 2017
A Tattling Tale or What I Learned From Tatting
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Happy International Tatting Day! You thought it was April Fool’s Day? Well, yes, it is, but it is also a day to celebrate tatting. I love tatting. I like the feel of the smooth shuttle in my hands, the way the thread slips through my fingers and the gentle click, click, as a thing of […]
Feb 29, 2016
Grasping That Extra Day
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Every fourth year, little February gets a bit longer, twenty-four hours to be exact. What will you do with this extra day? I decided I’d look back at some of my past writings that, for one reason or the other, never left home. Making a book of these unpublished stories might be good because there’s a lot […]
Jul 25, 2013
Gray and Ghostly
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It comes in silently, moves through the town without a sound, and crouches against the houses. It wraps itself among the trees and tangles among the branches. Now it moves a bit, thicker here, thinner there as a breeze rearranges it. Gray and ghostly, misty and mysterious, fog holds the city in filmy fingers. It […]
