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 […]
Apr 3, 2016
The Blotting Paper Syndrome
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Long, long ago, back in the Dark Ages when I was young, we had a writing utensil known as a fountain pen. In fact, I still have one or two tucked away somewhere. The pens got the job done and worked great but they required a blotter. You see, the ink from a fountain pen had to dry or […]
Apr 2, 2016
The Hub of Her Existence–Conclusion
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The first half of The Hub of Her Existence was published yesterday. If you missed it, you should probably read it so this will make more sense. I don’t usually let my fancy take flight like this and I wouldn’t say it’s a happy story but I’d call it a romance and, of course, it […]
Mar 28, 2016
So, What’s With That Dream, Anyhow?
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Do you believe that dreams have significance? I don’t know about your dreams but my dreams are often a mishmash of a niggling worry, a fervent hope, something I heard someone say, or people who have been or are in my life. I don’t think any of them give me a message. But, sometimes people […]
Mar 24, 2016
We Three Were the Bees’ Knees
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Truly, spring has sprung. Last night we had tornado watches, warnings, and the first spring storm. I’m afraid part of the state may have suffered damage. Keep your eye on the sky, everyone. Stay safe! To borrow a phrase from the Roaring Twenties we were the bee’s knees yesterday. That was Jane, Helen and yours truly. […]
Mar 12, 2016
Soggy Saturday Morning
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A jogger trots up the hill in front of my house, dressed colorfully in red shorts and gray and black jacket, head band in place across his forehead. Two squirrels are doing acrobatics, leaping from the white oak tree to the maple, flushing a downy woodpecker from among the maple’s limbs. Across the street, more […]
