Archives - January 2014


Jan. 24



Our Sweet Daddy

Charles Lynn Cozart was born in Gary, Texas on June 22, 1938 to Hiram Jr. and Eula Mae Cozart, the third of their four children.  Charlie lived life to its fullest.  He loved dominoes and Blackjack and Canasta and sugary desserts and his siblings and his daughters and his grandchildren, not necessarily in that order.  The pages of a telephone book could not hold all the jokes and one-liners he dropped over the years.  After a full life of working in the business world in Houston in a ...

Jan. 18



The Perpetuation of Poverty

Mark Twain once proclaimed, “Go to heaven for the climate, hell for the company.”  Which makes me wonder just exactly where we might find LBJ these days.

            President Lyndon Baines Johnson, who called himself “a cross between a Baptist preacher and a cowboy,” was one of a kind.  He stood 6’4” tall and loved to tower over those he was trying to convince or intimidate.  The Johnson Treatment consisted of badgering, cajolery, threats, and promises, all wrapped up in his abiding love of storytelling and barnyard (for lack of a better word) humor with which he regaled his audience in a deep Texas drawl that was as thick and slow as molasses.  One story, for example, was about a man whose doctor advised his hearing woes would improve if he quit drinking.  During a ...

Jan. 3



New Year's Resolutions

A recent survey of 3,000 people highlighted the fact that 88% of New Year’s resolutions end in failure in some form or fashion.  And though I’m not always the best at keeping them, I’m still a big believer in making them.  We all need a goal or two to work toward.    

            Some old friends show up every year on my list:  exercise more, eat healthier, watch less television.  But there are always some new ones to add.  I found some great suggestions while surfing the web that I might pilfer this year:  Shop and eat locally.  Help strangers by paying it forward – and then don’t post a Facebook status about it.  Stop hating yourself for eating desserts (a piece of birthday cake is a right, not a privilege).  ...

Jan. 1

Santa Claus


A Christmas Faith

            Many, many Decembers ago, my youngest son Cody Mitchell came home from first grade at E. C. Mason Elementary with the following news flash:  “Mom,” he said, as he looked at me with his serious brown eyes, “my friend Kevin told me there’s no such thing as Santa Claus.  He said our parents buy all the toys and put ‘em under the tree while we’re asleep.”  He paused for a moment.  “Is that true?”

            The Ghost of Christmas Past was back to haunt me.  In December of 1966, I received the same devastating news from my older brother and sister.   “Mommie and Daddy buy all the toys,” Dena informed me in no uncertain terms.  My brother Daryl wanted to prove it by showing me the hidden stash in the ...

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.

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