Visiting a good blogger friend

Life is full of serendipitous moments. You answer a call out on Twitter, and suddenly, you’re having coffee with some of the nicest Oklahoma bloggers out there. A year or two later, you ask one of them, a gardener, if she’d mind you taking photos of her. You’ve become good friends through Facebook, Twitter, email…

Merely sleeping

One spring, forty years ago, a young girl toddled after her grandmother in the small yard behind her grandmother’s white-frame house. The girl was five with plain, brown hair cut into a bob, and cat’s-eye glasses perched upon her nose. She wore black, patent, Mary Jane shoes which pinched her feet and a dress sewn…

Memorium to a Friend

My friend, Staci, died on Sunday at approximately 1:00 p.m.  At forty, she was beautiful and died too young.  She was married to Rob and had two daughters.  Two of my children, ASW and Bear, were their classmates. She died of breast cancer, and although I know pink is traditional, Staci was definitely not a…