Broken and Blessed
I have a passion for broken things. The cuckoo clock that no longer calls out the hour. A music box that doesn’t play. I identify with such things. On the outside they look perfectly normal but inside they are damaged. I often feel that in my own life. I look in the mirror and identify…
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In Other Words with Dave
As Christmas approaches, a familiar ritual begins here at the Miller house: accommodating our ever-expanding circle of relatives and friends for our holiday dinner. First, we need a solid headcount. This is serious business— standby status is not acceptable. Once we confirm the final count, Alison takes charge of menu planning, and I start organizing…
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Christmas In My Heart
I can’t believe it’s December with Christmas around the corner, and I’m having a hard time getting into the holiday mood. It has been a difficult year, especially with breast cancer surgery. But I am beyond thankful that God has given me a great pathology report. However, even though my spirit is jumping for joy…
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In Other Words with Dave
After five years of life’s detours—thanks to COVID and my bout with blood cancer—I finally revved my engine and hit the open road with my motorcycle buddies. I was a little rusty, a little slower, and very mindful of my recent absence from the hobby. It was wonderful to feel the wind in my face…
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Thankful Things!
I call November the “thankful” month. It’s pre-Christmas and post-Halloween and a great time to practice gratitude. No wonder we call it “Thanksgiving.” It’s a season I love because it’s everything family. When I was young, my grandparents visited our farm home every Thanksgiving. I remember how my mother and grandmother seemed to enjoy fixing…
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In Other Words with Dave
I’m pretty good at sitting and reclining. I may even be an expert, as evidenced by our worn-out sectional in the den. This gray-green, low-slung beauty has been a trooper. It hugged us through the pandemic, provided much-needed rest through my chemo treatments, and was our companion through countless binge-worthy (and not-so-binge-worthy) Netflix series. On…
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Forever Loving Jay!
It has been two years since my son, Jay took his flight to heaven. Two years of missing his hugs, laughter, love, singing, dancing, teasing and all that made Jay unique. Two years without Sunday morning church, Sonic runs, trips to Arkansas and daily mac & cheese. Two years without Jay! I wrote this poem…
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In Other Words with Dave
We brought our own chairs. We sat, we enjoyed, we left. It was another fun concert experience at Heard on Hurd. This summer concert series has been a bright spot in an otherwise disappointing string of concertgoing events. In June, Alison and I bought tickets to Neil Young. We planned a midweek getaway, drove through…
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Sitting in Our Sadness
Sometimes in life we need to sit in the middle of our sadness. At least it seems that way to me. I’m not a counselor or bereavement specialist, but I’ve been through enough grief to warrant an opinion. I was one week into my 22nd birthday when my sweet mother-in-law died at the age of…
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A LOOK Back: Class of 1971
From the 1960s to mid-1970s, the Edmond High School yearbooks featured a two-page color photo of the senior class. Each year was photographed at a different and highly-recognizable location. Most had the students gathered on or around an iconic local feature, such as a rock wall, playground equipment, and one year, an airplane! This image…
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In Other Words with Dave
Alison’s a little bit Garth. And I’m a little bit Springsteen. She likes to shop local boutiques. I’d rather hang out at Cars & Coffee. She’s into spicy, or as she calls it, “flavorful” food – hot honey, onion jam, balsamic this, reduced that. I’m fine with a chicken breast, but please go easy on…
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