I had what some might describe as a “brisk” walk this Sunday morning, as in brother, it’s really cold outside today – is there any way I could skip the healthy habitual morning walk when Jack Frost was nipping at my plants and my nose as the sun rose from its customary place…
Full disclosure: I’m not a cold weather person which goes a long way to explain why I live in South Carolina. Pretty and I talked often about relocating to another state, country, world in search of politics we preferred to our state’s conservatism, but this was back in the days before our granddaughter’s appearance. Honestly, a warm climate was best for both of us. Politics be damned.
Patriotic and Playful
A belated Happy Veterans Day to all those who served
in the air and everywhere
1st. Lieutenant Glenn L. Morris with his motherbefore leaving to join the Army Air Corps in WWII –
he was 18 years old
My dad flew 32 missions over Germany when he was stationed in England with the Eighth Air Force. He never talked about that time with me, but he did instill a love of family and trees in their autumn finery when we walked those hills, those forests in rural Grimes County, Texas together.
He still walks with me every morning.
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Stay safe, stay sane, get vaccinated and please stay tuned.
Sheila Morris is a personal historian, essayist with humorist tendencies, lesbian activist, truth seeker and speaker in the tradition of other female Texas storytellers including her paternal grandmother.
In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press published her collection of first-person accounts of a few of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBTQ organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBTQ history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality.
She has published five nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and two collections of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2008. Her writings have been included in various anthologies - most recently the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Magazine. Her latest book, Four Ticket Ride, was released in January, 2019.
She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike, Charly and Carl. She is also Naynay to her two granddaughters Ella and Molly James who light up her life for real. Born in rural Grimes County, Texas in 1946 her Texas roots still run wide and deep.
As our climate changes toward longer, warmer summers, encroaching on autumn and spring, the more I want to stay in Pennsylvania. At least politically I live in the liberal southeastern region, though the horses reside across the Manatawny Creek in a red county. Sigh . . .
Our brave parents faced down brutal fascists. As much as I miss them, I think their hearts would be broken to live in a time when clearly the threat never was fully stamped out.
May your winter be warmed by Ella’s laughter and chatter!
We dance with the weather that brung us, right?
And now, if only we could get our politics in order – your poor horses. I hope they don’t have to listen to too much chattering in their pastures. If only peppermints could cure what ails our country.
And yes, I’m really glad our parents didn’t live to see what we’ve come to.
Pretty and I might surprise you one day for a visit when the weather is suitable…we love you all.
I'll Call It Like I See It 
As our climate changes toward longer, warmer summers, encroaching on autumn and spring, the more I want to stay in Pennsylvania. At least politically I live in the liberal southeastern region, though the horses reside across the Manatawny Creek in a red county. Sigh . . .
Our brave parents faced down brutal fascists. As much as I miss them, I think their hearts would be broken to live in a time when clearly the threat never was fully stamped out.
May your winter be warmed by Ella’s laughter and chatter!
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We dance with the weather that brung us, right?
And now, if only we could get our politics in order – your poor horses. I hope they don’t have to listen to too much chattering in their pastures. If only peppermints could cure what ails our country.
And yes, I’m really glad our parents didn’t live to see what we’ve come to.
Pretty and I might surprise you one day for a visit when the weather is suitable…we love you all.
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Fortunately Sheryl’s farm is a Democratic port in a sea of Red.
Just the promise of a visit from you two is enough to make the cold winter easier to bear.
Much love from the gloomy North!!
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