Archives - August 2015

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Aug. 27

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Swan Song

            I began vigorously exercising my first amendment rights in “Views from the Left” four years ago this month.  That’s a nice, round number.  It’s time to call it a day.  Thus, my swan song begins.

            I never knew I had so much to say until I started writing this article for our local paper.  Granted, there were some weeks when I was stumped for a subject, but most weeks the words spilled out of me like water rushing over the dam at Garner State Park after a heavy rain.  It became easier and easier to find the words while I watched the tragedy and joy and vanity and humbleness and vitriol and compassion as it played out across the stage of this crazy country of ours.  And living in Texas always gave me a ...

Aug. 25

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Words to Live by

            Even at the age of 55, I’m not as wise as I wish I were.  But in the course of writing this column over the last four years, I’ve encountered several people in my research who are wise beyond their years.  So I’d like to share some words of wisdom from some of my favorite liberals, or, in English teacher-speak, words by which to live:

·        Robert Kennedy – “Let us dedicate ourselves to what the Greeks wrote so many years ago:  to tame the savageness of ...

Aug. 20

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A Fresh Start

            The summer I turned five, I knew big changes were on the horizon.  I was about to begin kindergarten.  My older siblings, who had started school when I was still at home firmly attached to our mother’s leg, didn’t make it easy for me.  They called me a mama’s baby, with good reason.  Those rare times when she was able to extricate me from her person, Daryl and Dena filled my ears with scary stories of witch-like teachers who sat behind high judge’s desks and reached down with long wooden sticks to whack any child caught moving in her seat.  I listened to their tall tales with wide eyes that last innocent summer, terrified to go to kindergarten and meet my fate. 

            On my first day of school in the autumn of 1965, my ...

Aug. 13

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Theatre of the Absurd

            As I began watching the first Republican Presidential debate, I had to hit the remote to check the channel.  For a minute there I thought I was watching a Saturday Night Live spoof of a political debate.  Especially when all the candidates were asked, “Is there anyone on stage who is unwilling to pledge your support to the eventual nominee of the Republican Party and pledge to not run an independent campaign against that person?”  And, of course, Donald Trump raises his hand loud and proud.  ...

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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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