People. Have you ever wondered what makes them tick? Have you ever pondered what keeps them going? If you knew, really knew someone, would you like what you found out? If others really knew you, would they like you? Sometimes, these questions take on too much importance. We’re afraid of letting others get to know […]
May 8, 2021
Moms, Daughters, and Mysteries
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I’ve heard women say, “I don’t want to become my mother as I grow older.” What? How sad. If someone tells me I’m like my mom, I consider it a huge compliment. My mother and I were best friends. I think you’d have liked her. If you never had that privilege, you can get just […]
May 7, 2021
The Sound of Hope
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Last night, I attended my grandson’s spring chorus concert at his school’s new performing arts center. What a tremendous thing. If anyone is uncertain or critical of the younger generation, I’d invite them to go to hear the voices of youngsters raised in song. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen more talent among teens than […]
May 4, 2021
Speaking the Same Language
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Last night’s severe weather did a lot of damage to Arkansas’ River Valley. Trees are down, buildings damaged, schools closed. Fortunately, this area got thunder, lightning, and rain, but so far as I know, no damage. There’s something about a calamity that brings people together. Suddenly, everyone speaks the same language. Friends, neighbors, strangers are […]
May 1, 2021
Have You Seen the May Bee?
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This is the day the little May Bee flies forth and children (and some adults) will use him in their speech all day long. I’ve always pictured the May Bee as a small striped fellow, rather like a bumblebee who wears a happy grin and has transluscent wings the color of spring flowers. But then, […]
Apr 30, 2021
Oils and Thinking
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It had been a long time since I’d painted in oils. Oh, I’d gotten canvas boards, paints, brushes, all the paraphernalia, but then, I just left them tucked away. The thing of it was, I was intimidated. Pencil sketches, watercolors, Prismacolor–all those media were familiar to me, as oil once was, so why did I […]
