Odd-Job Woman at Odds

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Shaun telling a story at the Chickasaw Cultural Center

It is time to make a living via poetry. Well . . . sort of.

I have two weeks left at my full-time job at the rock quarry before I get laid off. I teach part-time for meager wages at two colleges, and it’s not enough to live on. I am excited about not driving to Tulsa 3 days a week, but I am a bit scared about the prospect of supporting myself. I will have more time for museum enterprises, which have never cost much money anyway. The building was donated by my parents, the materials that went into creating the exhibits and displays were found materials or donated or bought on the cheap at yard sales. All the labor that has gone into the museum has been the loving work of  friends and family. Continue reading “Odd-Job Woman at Odds”