Archives - September 2014

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Sep. 29

Go, Wendy, Go

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A New Texas Governor

            Texans are notoriously iffy about making it to the polls, especially my fellow Democrats, which irks me to no end.  I know we can do better than that.  A democracy can only stay intact if we all exercise our right to vote. 

            This is my campaign rally and war-cry to push people to the polls.  Vote for your own self-interest as well as that of our teachers and schoolchildren.  If you do this, the only reasonable vote for governor of this great state is Wendy Davis.  Here’s why. 

            Raised by a single mother, Davis started working an after-school job at the age of 14 to help support her younger siblings.  Unfortunately, as statistics usually prove, she became a single mother herself at the age of 19, working two jobs to make ...

Sep. 10

. . . for whom the bell tolls

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Heart of Darkness

            In the late 1800s, the Congo was in the throes of a massive genocide at the hands of the Belgians and other Europeans.  Between 1880 and 1920, the population was slashed in half.  Some ten million people were victims of murder, starvation, and disease.  Those who plundered the Congo did so in the name of progress, civilization, and Christianity -- though the true goal was ivory and rubber.  You know that old saying:  Greed is the root of all evil. 

Sailing into the middle of the ...

Sep. 3

Oh, Henry . . .

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A Sign of the Times

            This past July, after a sojourn in Amherst, Massachusetts to study the poetry of Miss Emily Dickinson, my husband and I traveled to Boston and its environs for a few days.  As we drove on the interstate highways, we noticed how beautiful the roadsides were.  The forests, a combination of pines and hardwoods, seemed to grow right along the edge of the roads.  Everything was green, green, green, with no billboards blocking the lovely landscape.  It was reminiscent of the backwoods of East Texas, my literary muse ...

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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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