How can I write about Memorial Day and the importance of honoring those valiant young people (yes, for the most part, they were young) who stood between their beloved homes and freedom? A simple thank you to these courageous men and women seems completely inadequate. If I knew nothing at all about freedom, if I […]
May 5, 2014
The Weight of the World
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A mourning dove calls somewhere in the darkness of early morning. The leaves on the maple move in a breeze that blows through and I notice for the fist time how near the limbs are to the porch. The tree is growing. Spring is here and a fresh, new beginning is in the air but, […]
Mar 31, 2014
Monday Morning Meanderings
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Sprigs of yellow sunshine, known as forsythia, are announcing to one and all that spring is here. I tend to believe them, at least for now. True to the old saying, March did come in like a lion and it’s going out as meek and mild as a lamb. Of course, a niggling thought slips […]
Mar 30, 2014
Family, Friends, and Fiction
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Having a brother is nice. Having two brothers is twice as nice. As I write, I draw upon my brothers’ experiences and knowledge quite a bit. Tracy is a geology major and if I want to know about rock formations that might contain gold or silver, or the kind of rock that is most likely […]
Mar 23, 2014
What’s Going On Here?
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Seismologists recorded fourteen earthquakes in Oklahoma since Friday! Not California nor some place overseas but right next door in my home state of Oklahoma! Was I reading the news story correctly? Have I not had enough coffee to open my eyes? This, of course, reminds me of the second Darcy/Flora cozy, Grave Shift. In that […]
Feb 16, 2014
Caves, Chills, and Deep, Dark Caverns
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Sometimes I am amazed at how our idea of entertainment has changed through the years. We depend on others to amuse us: movies, plays, music, TV, the list goes on. What would we do if we had to resort to our own ingenuity for diversion? It was a question that didn’t arise for my mother […]
