Archives - October 2012

1

Oct. 10

The Art of "Y'all"

9

Texas Drawl Overhaul

My siblings and I, Texans from the tops of our heads to the tips of our bare toes, have always called the Lone Star State home.  Our Texas blood runs a mile wide and five generations deep.  Great-great-great Granddaddy Hiram Cozart came here as a teenager with his parents in 1836 after his older broher was killed in the Goliad Massacre, thus earning the land grant his family claimed.  While our baby brother Brent was Manvel-born, three of us were born in Gary, a farming hamlet deep in the Piney Woods of East Texas.  Gary was also the birthplace of Woodard Maurice Ritter, better known as Hollywood's singing cowboy Tex Ritter -- our one-horse hometown's only claim to fame.  Before the siren call of Holywood, he was always just plain ole Woodward, no fancy nicknames for him.  He didn't pick up the ...

Oct. 4

Right vs. Wrong

2

Homegrown Democrat

Sometimes it is a thin line I walk being a liberal (a four-letter word around these parts) living in an uber-conservative state, an even more conservative town.  I'm sure my fellow liberals understand this sentiment.  We Democrats often find ourselves on the defensive when we really have no reason to be.  Particularly during heated political seasons.  (An acquaintance actually called me a "baby killer" the other day because I vote Democtratic.  He laughed.  I didn't.)  But most of the time, thank heavens, it is a non-issue.  Many of my family members are conservatives, as are a large percentage of my dear friends.  They accept me the way I am, just the way I accept them . . . with open arms and heart.

 

I have mentioned before what a big fan I am of Garrison Keillor, writer and host of NPR ...

1
Listening to the whispering pines

Hello. My name is Donna Cozart Pauley. Welcome to The Whispering Pines, a literary blog dedicated to my love of the written word. It is an eclectic collage of my life -- from my poems to my stories to my family to my pets to my causes to my photographs to my recipes to my love of teaching to my favorite literature. Please feel free to comment. Words are only important if they are heard or read. Just like those soundless trees falling in the forest.

Email Me

captcha