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1 month ago | tulsapeople.com | Anne Brockman

Sacred spaceWhen Charo and Jim Fitch decided to build a greenhouse in their midtown sideyard, the design all started around a 17th century cast-stone finial imported from Castres City near Montpellier, France. “We wanted it to look like the ruins of an old Spanish mission or chapel,” Jim says, referring to the glass and stone structure filled with dozens of cacti, succulents and ferns that sit on benches and tables made by Jim in his workshop.

1 month ago | tulsapeople.com | Grace Wood

Nestled next to Tracy Park, just east of downtown Tulsa, the former home and studio of celebrated artist Adah Robinson — now called The Oath Studio — stands fully restored. Tulsans can thank entrepreneur Rod Yancy, interior designer Justice Quinn and architect Philip Doyle for 1119 S. Owasso Ave.’s preservation. Yancy, founder and CEO of Oath Group of Companies, had his eye on the home — designed for Robinson by famed architects Bruce Goff and Joseph R. Koberling Jr. — for years.

1 month ago | tulsapeople.com | Connie Cronley

Where were the Christians in Germany during the Holocaust and genocide of World War II?  Where were the Christians in Rwanda and former Yugoslavia in the 1990s during the genocide there? These countries were overwhelmingly baptized Christian nations, so why were the Christians so silent? Answering questions like these became a lifetime study for Carol Rittner, Ph.D, Roman Catholic nun with the Religious Sisters of Mercy, professor and editor.

1 month ago | tulsapeople.com | Anne Brockman

My first “where were you when ...” moment happened when I was in the seventh grade. There’s not much about that particular year in school I remember other than one fateful day in April. Thirty years ago this month, halfway through a typical morning on April 19, 1995, I was sitting in Mrs. Strakoulas’ classroom when we were told there had been a bombing in downtown Oklahoma City.

1 month ago | tulsapeople.com | Connie Cronley

Ilike something Emily Dickinson wrote in a letter to a friend: “I am out with lanterns looking for myself.”I’ve been out with lanterns lately, too, looking for my lost joy. Peter Pan lost his shadow and J.M. Barrie wrote an entire play about it. I misplaced my joy and nobody seems to notice. I think that’s because they’re busy with their own lantern-lit quests. When there’s something heavy in the air or a feeling of menace, it’s easy to lose joy.