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Take A Hike! Sunday afternoons and Summer vacations

Growing up I recall countless afternoons after church and the proverbial Sunday lunch putting on hiking boots to walk the trails in the nearby wildlife refuge.  My dad, of course, was the “hiking master” as we took our stride up the mountainside.  The party of hikers besides my dad and me would include my sister, my mother who often joined in reluctantly, and maybe … Read More Take A Hike! Sunday afternoons and Summer vacations

Chad, Man of my Dreams

While I have loved wonderful men in my life, you, Chad, are  the man of my dreams.  Not long ago you were there.  You were waiting for me to come home.  I see you through the window.  You sit by the lamp, patiently waiting in the dimly lit room.  You look at ease with your long legs crossed.  You are tall and very handsome, … Read More Chad, Man of my Dreams

August: Osage County — Not Far from Home

When I heard Tracy Letts  was developing his Pulitzer prize-winning  play August: Osage County for the big screen, I was thrilled.  I saw August: Osage County when it played on the LA stage.   “All roads lead to home.”  I could see the country, the sweeping prairie, the old hills encrusted with huge boulders, the gnarled oak trees and the miles and  miles of … Read More August: Osage County — Not Far from Home

Lucy Lee Go Lightly

I was a reluctant grandmother.   To be a grandparent was not something I resisted but life was good, full with  friends and personal interests.  Forgotten was all that baby, little kid stuff, cloth books and rattle toys.   On the day though that Lucy Lee happened,  life became rich and enlivened anew.   Grand parenthood is  the grand adventure. Like a splashy wave hitting the shore, … Read More Lucy Lee Go Lightly

Chief Mankiller

What I admire in women who take on life’s challenges can be found in their unyielding spirit.  I love the story of Wilma Mankiller.  She was born in Tahlequah, Oklahoma in 1945 and grew up in San Francisco.  Her father was Cherokee and her mother Dutch/Irish.  At school she was not accepted by her peers and looking to the San Francisco Indian Center for … Read More Chief Mankiller

Maggie

Most that I know about elegance, generosity, compassion and fun I learned from Maggie. Maggie grew up the daughter of a Southerner, a cowboy and rancher, who taught her to dream even when there wasn’t time to spare. He taught her to ride a horse and have courage. She took a chance to follow her heart. She went to college. She fell in love. … Read More Maggie

Nails Still Wet

What nails still wet means….. It is not about fighting tooth and nail.  It is not about a hammer and nails.  It is about nail polish. but it’s really more than just nail polish…

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