clarkcoffee.blogspot.com
Coffee With Clark: Coffee with Mom on Mothers' Day
http://clarkcoffee.blogspot.com/2015/05/coffee-with-mom-on-mothers-day.html
A taste of home, a journal of metaphor and muse, flavored with wit and watercolor. When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple. ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train.". Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. - Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper personal column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in more than 140 countries. A taste for movies. Sunday, May 10, 2015. Bring a jug of water...
clarkcoffee.blogspot.com
Coffee With Clark: All aboard to Skagway
http://clarkcoffee.blogspot.com/2012/05/all-aboard-to-skagway.html
A taste of home, a journal of metaphor and muse, flavored with wit and watercolor. When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple. ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train.". Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. - Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper personal column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in more than 140 countries. A taste for movies. Wednesday, May 30, 2012. Terry M. Clar...
clarkcoffee.blogspot.com
Coffee With Clark: All 'aboard for Bartlesville
http://clarkcoffee.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-aboard-for-bartlesville.html
A taste of home, a journal of metaphor and muse, flavored with wit and watercolor. When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple. ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train.". Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. - Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper personal column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in more than 140 countries. A taste for movies. Sunday, October 24, 2010. Terry M. Cla...
clarkcoffee.blogspot.com
Coffee With Clark: Quotable coffee
http://clarkcoffee.blogspot.com/p/quotable-coffee.html
A taste of home, a journal of metaphor and muse, flavored with wit and watercolor. When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple. ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train.". Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. - Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper personal column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in more than 140 countries. A taste for movies. No news."- Clark. Terry M. Clark- Seek...
clarkcoffee.blogspot.com
Coffee With Clark: Coffee-stained pages
http://clarkcoffee.blogspot.com/p/coffee-stained-pages.html
A taste of home, a journal of metaphor and muse, flavored with wit and watercolor. When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple. ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train.". Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. - Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper personal column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in more than 140 countries. A taste for movies. Heart of Darkness, Conrad. The Raven, Poe.
clarkcoffee.blogspot.com
Coffee With Clark: Caboose journey, aboard the Rock Island
http://clarkcoffee.blogspot.com/2012/05/caboose-journey-aboard-rock-island.html
A taste of home, a journal of metaphor and muse, flavored with wit and watercolor. When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple. ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train.". Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. - Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper personal column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in more than 140 countries. A taste for movies. Monday, May 14, 2012. Emergence at Turtle ...
clarkcoffee.blogspot.com
Coffee With Clark: From an 'F' to the top of #clarkclass
http://clarkcoffee.blogspot.com/2015/05/from-f-to-top-of-clarkclass.html
A taste of home, a journal of metaphor and muse, flavored with wit and watercolor. When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple. ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train.". Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. - Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper personal column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in more than 140 countries. A taste for movies. Friday, May 15, 2015. E continued to wow t...
clarkcoffee.blogspot.com
Coffee With Clark: Brave life lessons and metaphors with twitter in #clarkclass
http://clarkcoffee.blogspot.com/2015/05/brave-life-lessons-and-metaphors-with.html
A taste of home, a journal of metaphor and muse, flavored with wit and watercolor. When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple. ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train.". Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. - Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper personal column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in more than 140 countries. A taste for movies. Tuesday, May 12, 2015. Fter her session, w...
clarkclassuco.blogspot.com
#clarkclassUCO: May 2015
http://clarkclassuco.blogspot.com/2015_05_01_archive.html
Official blog of @okieprof's Twitter for Media class at UCO- #clarkclass. Sunday, May 24, 2015. Clarkclass closes with corporate twitter- UCO. UCO's main twitter page. Nother two-week session of #clarkclass drew to a close Friday, capped off by two visitors from the UCO's University Relations office. CO illustrates the corporate side of twitter and social media, coordinated by a unified brand image and messages. The university has twitter accounts for itself, athletics, housing and more. 8220;I like how ...
daffodilcampbell.blogspot.com
Adventures in Paradise: December 2014
http://daffodilcampbell.blogspot.com/2014_12_01_archive.html
Go big, or go home. Thursday, December 25, 2014. I could have said no. I could have said no. I know this. Ella was asleep in the backseat as I drove her resolutely to her grandmother. I knew she was going to be gone all weekend. I was preparing myself for her to be gone forever. I hoped we might get one more night with her before the final transfer. And then my phone rang. He had a baby for me. For Christmas. Two babies, actually. My heart leapt in my chest. I went down to my car and retrieved a bottle o...
SOCIAL ENGAGEMENT