Posts Tagged Norman Oklahoma


Grandma Moew Memories

Isn’t it funny how a single thought can bring back a flood of memories? My maternal grandmother, who we called Moew, had a tiny little table in the kitchen.  The phone sat on it.  The drawers contained pencil stubs, an old spiral notebook, and a small, rubber tractor. It looked something like this: I think, […]

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My Ginormous Crush on Mrs. Hardy

I bet I sweat blood while writing this letter to Santa, back in 1962, when I was six years old. Holding one of those pencils that felt about as big as a baseball bat.  Taking enormous care to only go up to the dotted line with the lower case letters. Most amazing is that I signed […]

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Never a Horse Whisperer

  It’s been more than 50 years ago, but I still remember that Tennessee Walking Horse. We were at my Aunt Mackie’s house on West 24th, back when that was wayyyyyy out of Norman. I was maybe four or five, and probably about three feet tall. That Tennessee Walker  was the biggest thing I had […]

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I lived in Shaquille’s Jock Strap and Survived to Tell

If weather were celebrity body parts, last week Auckland, New Zealand was Shaquille O’Neal’s armpit. That’s not true. I tweeted that to be funny. But it feels that way because I am now a weather wiener. Typical Aucklander. All whiny when the temperature is above 90 or below 40, or humidity tops, oh, I dunno, […]

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