On our way to Tulsa recently, my husband and I experienced serendipity. That is, we had a chance, unexpected occurrence that turned out to be enjoyable and, in our way of thinking, an advantage to our well-being. I love that. What happened? We had to take a detour. Yes, as simple and annoying as that. … Continue reading The Road —Finally—Taken
Category: Nature
The Poetry of and in November
My November Guest My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walked the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She's glad the birds … Continue reading The Poetry of and in November
Make Your Own Writing Retreat (or any retreat)
Writing is a challenge for me, and a joy, and darn hard work, and an accomplishment. I've spent a considerable amount of time writing the last few years, writing what I want to write about and getting back to the creative bent of my younger years before a husband, two sons, gainful employment, housework, social … Continue reading Make Your Own Writing Retreat (or any retreat)
Frank Lloyd Wright’s Allen House
On our recent trip to Wichita, Kansas, my husband drove me over to Allen House, a large, brick, prairie school-style house designed and completed by famous architect, Frank Lloyd Wright. It is a beautiful place. The Allen House is so named for its original owners, Henry and Elsie Allen, who commissioned Wright to design it … Continue reading Frank Lloyd Wright’s Allen House
Cunning Kitty Cats
My dad often quoted from his elementary primer--at least bits of it he liked to remember. What he remembered best was a ditty about cats. This would have been in the late 1920's. He always said he learned to read to the "tune" of "Baby Ray had three cunning kitty cats," a line from a … Continue reading Cunning Kitty Cats
Talking With Trees
Recently, my husband and I spent a few days in a treehouse. I’d love to claim it was one of those adventurous and romantic houses you or a sibling or a friend built yourself as a child—one you nailed a few boards across on a couple of sturdy limbs and hammered a side to here … Continue reading Talking With Trees