What other performer in the world has created a subgenre of entertainment that people can make an actual living from? Sometimes I come across cover bands for popular performers like the Kiss or the Beatles, and I have even seen a Roy Orbison tribute performer, but the most impersonated performer is probably the King. Elvis.… Continue reading Elvis-inating.
Sweeping up Memories
It’s something really simple that triggers a memory. Usually, it’s a flowery scent or a song on the radio (I can not hear Fast Car by Tracy Chapman without thinking of one particular summer). But this particular day, it was my husband gently sweeping my little toe with the broom, trying to get me to scoot out… Continue reading Sweeping up Memories
On Being Kind (A Kindness Revolution)
The interstate south on I-35 going towards Purcell was brutal. From the Norman spur, we tried to butt our way in, then the slower than molasses traffic went to one lane. A red Honda Civic (with a Texas plate, I might add) cut right in front of me. Did the driver not see the “merge… Continue reading On Being Kind (A Kindness Revolution)
A Day in my Life 6-6-2016: Watching my baby chick leave the nest (aka Becoming an Empty Nester)
My son left two days ago. I washed the clothes he needed to take, watched him pack his luggage and totes, helped his sister make some cake balls for the 18 hour road trip, and helped him load all of his luggage and snacks in his car. Then I hugged him tight (took some pictures for posterity), and watched his brown vehicle pull out… Continue reading A Day in my Life 6-6-2016: Watching my baby chick leave the nest (aka Becoming an Empty Nester)
Cry, baby, cry. My overly emotional journey.
Some time ago, my husband and I watched a short report over former Republican House Speaker John Boehner with great amusement. The shocking report (because it must have been a slow news day) was about the Speaker crying as the Pope made a Congressional appearance. Then the reported continued with other instances of crying – all… Continue reading Cry, baby, cry. My overly emotional journey.
A Bricktown Adventure; because every visit is different.
We wanted to go to Bricktown to a restaurant we haven’t been to before. I thought it would be a relatively difficult tasks since we’ve frequented most restaurants there, but we found a few on-line that our culinary radar missed. One was Knuck’s Wheelhouse. My husband checked out the menu online, and it looked like a lot of… Continue reading A Bricktown Adventure; because every visit is different.
in just- Spring in Oklahoma
in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it’s spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and… Continue reading in just- Spring in Oklahoma
