How the Chickasaw Nationa named Pennington Creek in Oklahoma I love Oklahoma. I was born in Oklahoma City in 1950 but lived much of my early life in Southeastern Oklahoma. There are two waterways loved by everyone in the area. One is Blue River which isn’t very blue but is…

The Journey Is What It Is

I’m sharing the eulogy I wrote for my mother with you. I hope you learn to love her as much I do. A few days before she left this mortal plane, Beverly Jean Casey Rains said, “I’m ready to go home.” The nurse asked, “Where is home?” Beverly promptly said…

Well, except for my waist and my caboose Today, sitting here reading Medium articles, I noticed the skin on my hands is thin. I can see every vein, tendon, and bone structure with ease. I ran my fingers through my hair. It used to be thick and abundant, but now…

Alive Again! — The Glint of Glass “Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” Anton Chekhov Popo continued her stroll up the large land heading north, where to her right was an immense ocean and to her left were rainforests and mountains. A…

Magic is in the air! Morning Glory © Glenda Clemens, 2022

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A father can be a guiding light, a hero, or a nemesis Cover © 2022 by Glenda Clemens A loving father is a dream for every child. Not every father is loving. Fran’s father relentlessly abused her throughout her childhood. Yet he was seen within the communities in which they lived as a…