When I was young, I dreamt of flying. Some weeks, it was every night. I woke up thinking I still could. I flew above rooftops, slipped through massive power lines into a sky that was neither bright or dull. I was free, suspended as if an astronaut outside the shuttle, floating. There was no steering. No superwoman cape. No control. Just a soft rising. But the dreams turned nightmare when black clouds crept up the horizon....
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Ya’ll, I wrote about life after legwarmers and let me tell you, my “research” to refresh my memory back to the day (because hello, decades ago), was nothing short of eye soreness. Videos of what I used to know about health, exercise, and fashion made me cringe and laugh at the same time. From our remote and cell-phone-less cabin in the Kiamichi Mountains of south-eastern Oklahoma with the provided grill...
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The sun is bright today. After days, weeks, and months of rain. I’m still reveling in the glory of sunshine. We live on a farm. And our neighbors live on farms. While the rain is a blessing, the saturated grounds negatively impacted work. However, it positively impacted hay production. But the grass is high. Very high. Cutting it now is a huge undertaking. Since most hay producers are already behind the power curve, this...
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There are times you live in the hidden nooks-n-crannies of your life, as if it were a shrinking back. But that’s not entirely true. It’s really a folding into your life. One that’s necessary and truer. It may feel you stepped off the stage, as if you were an actor in a familiar bar. Yet, nobody knows your name anymore. Life grew smaller. And how does smaller grow? Yet you know it does, in it’s own...
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This is where it all began. This was the beginning of not letting fear rule me. From teenager to adulthood, I had hidden my work in secret places. Then one day, about 15 years ago, I burned it all. I destroyed every poem, short story, all my work, and I began fresh. I became a blank slate. With nothing. No promise to ever write one tittle of a word or anything, ever again. I started over. And I just lived. For a...
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“The place to which God calls you is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.” Frederick Buechner The fireplace is crackling on yet another snow-y day in Texas. The Eastern Bluebirds have been flocking to our feeders with bright coats contrasting against the white and dull of winter. They like to sit on the rim of our trampoline and dive-bomb delicacies among our dormant...
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