Don’t Miss the Pre-Game

My husband and I recently went to a live concert by Celtic Woman. He’d seen their show before and remembered it was exciting, energetic and concluded by fireworks. We stumbled upon an opportunity for access to a suite purchased by a Fort Worth business, which meant premium seats, cushy sofas in a semi-private room, our own little kitchen and access to “The Club,” as well as right-by-the-door parking. I was quivering with anticipation of all these new experiences.

We dressed to the nines and arrived early, found our suite and chattered like school kids waiting for the prom. We watched the theatre fill up from our perch smack in the middle of the third floor balcony. About the time the show should be starting, white lights began to flash all around the stage and up the aisles, then whistles blew. We looked left and right, expecting the performers to start their dance and song from out in the midst of the audience.

Instead of music, we heard an announcement over the P.A. system, telling us to vacate the building because of a fire!

We swiftly made our way out of the suite and down the winding hall, to where a couple of dozen patrons were gathered at the half-flight of stairs leading to the nearest lobby. A uniformed woman with a walkie-talkie told us with authority this was “probably a false alarm” but we should wait there “just to be on the safe side.” After ten minutes or so, she received the clearance to send us back to our seats and let the show begin.

Celtic Woman put on a fantastic performance, with dancers and drums and bagpipes. Their songs ranged from operatic to Irish pub to a contemporary telling of the birth of Christ. The little pixie wraith, Máiréad, danced up and down the stairs and played her fiddle with incomparable enthusiasm. It was quite a satisfying evening out.

The fireworks never came and we were a little disappointed. When I think back, though, I realize the big excitement was the pre-game show–the fire alarm and the rush into the hallway. There’s nothing like audience participation to make a production memorable.

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A Bookmark

Seasons change and so do people and the circumstances we live. Some things are conscious choices but most changes “just happen.” It’s how we deal with them that makes all the difference.

This month I stand at a crossroads. It looks minor but one never knows what a big difference a small choice can make. I have decided to stop my column, “Short Takes on Life,” that has run in the newspaper for about two and a half years. I told the editor a couple of weeks ago that April 28th will be the last entry.

Will I still be able to say I am a newspaper columnist? She invited me to come back anytime so I suppose I can continue to think of myself as such, at least for a while. I remember I once took a ten-year hiatus.

I’ve determined to put a bookmark here. When I do that with a book, it usually means I intend to come back to the place soon. Experience has taught me I will sometimes, in the midst of a cleaning frenzy before company walks in, slide the book back on the shelf and forget all about it.

One never knows what a rainy day might uncover.

I love the way Robert Frost expressed these thoughts in “The Road Not Taken”:

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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It’s About Kids!

Picture books are where I began. I think I was about twelve when I wrote and illustrated my first book. It was about pumpkins and incorporated the names and characters of my five nephews living in far away Saint Louis.

I didn’t try that again until I was forty-something but this time I didn’t stop. I have nine books looking for a home with a publisher. There’s a frog, a pet chicken, a mountain lion and kids–lots of kids involved. They’re coping with the heat, passing the time in the backseat of a car, learning about flower names, relationships, weather and, of course, responsibility.

I am NOT an illustrator but I do know enough about art to visualize my characters and occasionally sketch one out while writing. This is Oliver and he’s learning a lesson about why most frogs hop…and do not walk or wear shoes.

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It’s About Life!

I started life in a small town but moved to the Tulsa metropolis as soon as I was big enough to make my own decisions. By some quirky twists of life, I decided to try making my way in the wilderness, in a primitive cabin similar to something from the turn of the previous century (1900s). It took a while to get there and on the way I stopped by another small town for a few years. More quirky twists and I’m back in the big city but Heavens to Betsy! I’m not in Oklahoma anymore. I’ve discovered some things on this rocky road but perhaps the most important one is that God is for me. As long as I keep this in mind, life on earth is a fantastic adventure. I really enjoy sharing my discoveries with the reading public.

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