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I haven’t lived in Oklahoma for eighteen years, but in many ways Oklahoma still lives in me.
It feels like home.
It’s funny how a place can seep so far into your bones you feel its soil fertilizing your heart long after its soil rests under your feet.
When I went to college forty miles from my childhood home, I assumed that if I met a boy, I would meet one with solid Oklahoma blood who had designs on staying put.?As it turns out, I did meet a good Oklahoma boy, but he most definitely had no desire to stay put. So after he More >
Our pastor said it last Sunday: “All that matters in the end – what you see around the deathbeds – is how well someone loved.”
And my mind goes to Marie O’Neill, a woman who was never listed in any Who’s Who of anything on earth, but she was one of the most successful people I knew.
For over fifty years, my Grandma Rea lived in the tiny white clapboard house, the dot at the end of a long dirt road exclamation mark in Osage County. She had only granddaughters and treated us all like favorites, indiscriminately dishing out love like homemade sugar More >
Last weekend, we loaded up the van with out family of five, a cooler full of snacks, towels, and our folding green canvas chairs. We wound our way through the northeast part of Colorado Springs before arriving at Rampart High School, the location for Faith’s swim meet. After unloading the van, we move inside the high school to find wall to wall people stacked together like pickles in a jar.
Holy crowds.?Are all indoor meets going to be safety-hazards full of people?
The place was so packed – especially the pool area – that we set up camp in a hallway. ?We More >