Carpeing all the diems in semi-rural Oklahoma...xoxo
Carpeing all the diems in semi-rural Oklahoma...xoxo
My hands smell like oregano and my hair smells like sunshine, in the little kid-who’s-played-outside-all-day way. And it’s not quite 10 am. Today and tomorrow, no running. Just fun with friends and loved ones, fellow runners and amazing supporters who…
In my vegetable garden there are four raised beds built from wood that was once the kids’ old playhouse, one chaotic heap of compost, a corner full of empty bee hive supplies, and space allotted for a Three Sisters patch…
This week Mama Kat wonders what we were blogging about this time last year. Hhhmmm… You’ll never guess… In April 2013 I was writing pretty much the same things I would be writing now, if I were talking…
I drove to Midwest City today and went for my final “long” run before the marathon. WHICH IS IN ELEVEN DAYS. It was a beautiful afternoon… Warm, dazzlingly bright sunshine combed through with soft, cool breezes. Sleepy ducks and geese…
Several days ago I posted the first in a series of three posts honoring my father in law and his work as a first responder to the OKC Murrah Building Bombing in April, 1995. I want to thank all of you…
This question has bothered me about myself for a while. Although I have always felt somewhat patriotic and have believed myself a reasonably knowledgeable person, I have fallen embarrassingly short in civic smarts more often than I would like to…