Archives - June 2015

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Jun. 26

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Take It Down

            Like many of you, I grew up with the Confederate flag.  One of the six flags that has flown over Texas, it has been displayed prominently on caps and patches and t-shirts and bumper stickers and even the album covers of some of my favorite Southern rock bands like Lynyrd Skynyrd. 

            Rebel soldiers populated the branches of my family tree on both sides.  My maternal grandmother framed an old family photo that included her great-uncle Asa Downing, who lost his right arm fighting at the bloody Battle ...

Jun. 24

and Charleston

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For the Love of God . . .

            As I write this, the news from South Carolina is still unfolding.  Mother Emanuel in Charleston is the longest standing African Methodist Episcopal congregation in the South and one of the oldest in the country.  On the Calhoun Street site, black Christians have gathered for more than a century to worship their God, but even before the massacre, it was already a witness to much suffering.  Beginning in 1816, members of the church were hanged for resisting slavery, including Denmark Vesey, a slave of a slave trader and ...

Jun. 13

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Caitlin Mania

            I was in high school when Bruce Jenner won the decathlon in the Olympics.  And I was in love with a capital “L.”  I have always been a fan of the Olympic athletes, especially in track and field, but he was above and beyond any I had ever seen. I was glued to the television screen as he completed his historic athletic feat, absolutely crushing his competition.  His athletic prowess was stunning.  Not to mention those muscles combined with good hair and a winning personality.  ...

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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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