Meet Henry

A few years ago my sister Melissa and I were shopping Tulsa garage sales and came across an over stuffed chair named Plum.  She’s purple and even though I know we weren’t looking for chairs on this adventure, I couldn’t walk away without her.  She’s settled in nicely to two apartments in two states since … Continue reading

Winter Rainbow

Apartment therapy is underway.  I’m planning for more “unplugged” time at home this year, so step one was getting rid of the tv.  It was an old, huge, heavy box, which has been little more than a box since October when my cable contract came up for renewal and I canceled it.  In lieu of … Continue reading

Monday is for Poetry

Messy Room, by Shel Silverstein Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window, His sweater’s been thrown on the floor. His scarf and one ski … Continue reading

Identity

I found myself in a Starbucks drive through tonight and traveling through time with the words “tall, nonfat chai”.  All of a sudden I was Jennifer M. Tufts, program assistant for the Confucius Institute at OU-Tulsa.  I was wearing high heels, a fashionable skirt and my favorite green sweater, which complimented by name tag perfectly.  … Continue reading

Eighteen

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it was like to be 18.  Six years ago, I still felt like I was 18 and even though I had finished college and was living in a foreign country on my own, I would panic when I realized I was the adult chaperoning 20 kindergarteners on field … Continue reading

Catching up

It’s been quite a whirlwind of 30 days, so to hopefully catch up, I’m just throwing pictures at you. It’s random, so prepare yourself and take heart because the end of the semester is coming soon, which means saying “Good-bye” to weekends spent with stacks of library books, coffee, and Mac, the computer, and saying … Continue reading

April Showers

It’s not original as far as titles go.  I know this.  You know this.  I like to state the obvious.  There wasn’t very much physical rain this month, but emotional showers abounded as my dear sweet friend lost her mother and the founding professor of the Bob R. Derryberry School of Communication, whose instruction and … Continue reading

in process

A Poor Torn Heart by Emily Dickinson A Poor torn heart, a tattered heart, That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west, Nor noticed night did soft descend Nor constellation burn, Intent upon the vision Of latitudes unknown. The angels, happening that way, This dusty heart … Continue reading

Font Snob

In high school, in what feels like the dark ages, considering the insane speed at which technology advances, we still made back up layouts for the newspaper and yearbook on…PAPER.  I know.  It’s hard to believe in a 5a school in the suburbs we didn’t do all of our design in 1999 on orange apple … Continue reading

Spring Carnival

Apparently the White Witch scared timid Spring into hiding.  I’ve spent the day mourning the snow, which has fallen steadily for the last 24 hours, and moping around in sweatpants disappointed at the utterly February like picture outside my window.  Hoping Spring works up her courage and by next Saturday we’re all celebrating at the … Continue reading