Archives - May 2014


May. 24

. . . of Wildflowers


First Lady . . .

“My heart found its home long ago in the beauty, mystery, order, and disorder of the flowering earth."

Lady Bird Johnson

                I miss Daddy.  His death was at first a shock to my system, but now it is a slow-moving ache in my heart that I imagine I will live with for the rest of my days.  Putting together a scrapbook this past week, I stumbled upon several photographs of him I hadn’t seen for a while.  In one he holds my sister and me in each arm and our brother on his shoulders.  In another he is holding me in his arms while my brother and sister play on the swing set in the background. 

A favorite photograph of Daddy is one of him standing with my sister and me ...

May. 12

Perry at it again


Bah, Humbug!

Gov. Rick Perry, just like Ebenezer Scrooge, needs a visit from the Ghost of Christmas Past and the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.  They are both contrarians who make decisions that contradict the prevailing wisdom as well as hurt people.  But the number of Texans hurt by Perry’s decisions far outnumber the fictional characters in Dickens’s book.

            The governor has made a career out of flipping the bird at the federal government.  And every time he does it, a passel of right-wing yahoos cheer him for his effrontery without really considering the consequences of his decisions.  A couple of examples:  Perry decided not to implement the Medicaid expansion, even with the bill for the next ten years being footed exclusively by the federal government.  (And, by the way, that federal money he’s turning down ...

May. 9




Pawpaw, my maternal grandfather, had a cousin named Rufus.  Bless his heart, he spent the better part of his adult life in and out of the state mental institution in Rusk, Texas.  Back in those days, the treatment of choice seemed to be electro-shock therapy, and I think they often were a little heavy-handed with the paddles.  When Rufus was hospitalized, he wrote long, rambling letters to Pawpaw, usually asking him to partner up in some crazy cattle-raising scheme when he got out of the hospital. 

            When I recently watched a news report about Cliven Bundy, the elderly cattle rancher in Nevada who is bumping heads with the federal government about cattle-grazing fees, Cousin Rufus was the first person to come to mind.  I know I’ve stated many times in this article that I like my ...

May. 8

. . . Is Good for the Gander


What's Good for the Goose . . .

Haji Hassana Bolkiah, the Sultan of Brunei, is one of the richest men in the world with an estimated worth of $40 billion and counting – all earned from oil and natural gas reserves.  And he has no qualms about spending his money in lavish ways.  He owns some of the world’s rarest, fastest, and most unique cars – a personal collection of over 7,000.  Some estimate they are worth over $5 billion.  He also has several luxuriously customized private jets. 

            His official residence is the largest palace in the world with 1,788 rooms.  It includes 257 bathrooms, a banquet hall that accommodates 5,000 guests, a mosque, 110-car garage, 5 swimming pools, and a large stable for his 200 polo ponies. 

            Jillian Laurent recently wrote “Some Girls: My Life in ...

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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