an easy riddle for you

What's currently the size of a raspberry,
will arrive sometime in November,
is a complete surprise and still a blessing in every way,
is spoken of in a roundabout way on this blog post,
is still sort of freaking me out,
has me wondering what in the world God is up to now,
and has just been confirmed today?

I invite anyone and everyone to take their best guess and watch for the answer as well as

updates in the blog editions to come!

it's not easy being green - no matter which shade of green you are!

You Are Teal Green

You are a one of a kind, original person. There's no one even close to being like you. Expressive and creative, you have a knack for making the impossible possible. While you are a bit offbeat, you don't scare people away with your quirks. Your warm personality nicely counteracts any strange habits you may have.

What Color Green Are You?

feelin' like a kool kat

IT'S FRIDAY!!!!!

MY ABSOLUTE, MOST FAVORITE DAY!!!!!

a moment to treasure

I don't know how many more writings I can post about my new family life before everyone starts to get really tired of reading them, but it's just so darn good and I just can't seem to stop writing about it! So, indulge and rejoice with me a little more as I share how God is working in my family and continues to amaze this heart of mine.

This is a picture of a beautifully precious note Jamie wrote to me late Tuesday morning. I was in my bedroom getting laundry ready to wash and look up to see my sweet grandson in the doorway, holding out a note in his hand. At first glance, I'm thinking - oops, he got a hold of a personal note that he shouldn't have and now he's bringing it to me. Then, I notice it says From Jamie. So, I open it and read - Dear Janine ....... By the time I finish reading her note, I am nearly in tears. Her and I have not necessarily been on pins and needles with each other, but there has definitely been a level of boundary between us and some lines I did not want to take it upon myself to cross - ie. calling her stepdaughter rather than daughter and not really knowing how she feels about hugs, etc. So, she took a leap and expressed her feelings to me (there's that bravery thing again) and in one small note, those few boundaries are gone. I walk into her room and give her a big, long hug and tell her immediately that she is always free to tell me anything. I tell her that we may not always agree or may have to talk over some things, but that she should never fear telling me anything ever. So, we sit and talk for about an hour and a half on her bed, ocassionally interrupted by the little one, but it is a sweet time. I tell her how much I appreciate her writing me a note (particularly a note; writing is something that touches me deeply) and how much I will cherish it and how happy I am to have her and Ryan here. We talk about being women, about why she doesn't enjoy reading, about making a plan to start reading together and tackling the problems she has understanding and comprehending the words she reads, about how I want her to know that Jerry and I's home is hers and Ryan's as well and that she is always free to voice her opinion and that we welcome her thoughts and ideas, that she doesn't have to feel alone or by herself, about her time spent in front of the television and her own bed- and bathtimes, about the life and loved ones she left behind in California, and that I love her very much, among many other things.

The rest of the day is like a dream. The laundry is forsaken because other errands are of more importance. We go grocery shopping and while I'm bringing in the bags, she is putting the groceries away and microwaving lunch for Ryan. When I try to help put the groceries away, she tells me to sit down - that she has the putting away of the groceries under control. Even though it seems a little backwards to be bossed around by a 19-year-old, I concede the task over to her. When I pick Jerry up from work, I share the events of the day and he rejoices with me and tells me he already sort of knew about her plan to talk to me! I actually make dinner for my family (a formerly rare occurrence) and while I'm doing so, Jerry is running laundry down to the laundromat. After dinner and putting Ryan to bed, I make brownies, have a laundry folding party with my husband and daughter and talk to my brother who is celebrating his 23rd birthday! Jamie offers to take care of the dirty dinner dishes and gets into the bath at 11 so she will be in bed by midnight (which is something we talked about in our earlier conversation).

It's a sad and strange thought to me that some of these ideas are foreign to her - being free to share how she feels, feeling welcome both in relationship and welcome to have and share opinions and ideas of her own, the feeling of being in a safe and committed home environment where she herself can have some focused attention and affection, the feeling of being in a place where she can actually have some peace and quiet and raise her son, and the calm freedom to ponder the possibilities of what a better life for herself and her son could and might actually look like.

How did I end up a part of this? I am overwhelmed, sometimes in disbelief, and continually tackled by the grace of it all. Who is this girl and who am I that she would allow me to call her "daughter" and want my hugs? I pray that through and in all of this, she would come to know Christ's incredible, infinite, and unconditional love for her, that she would come to know and trust Him, and see that He is the reason for all the love I have for her. He loves her infinitely more than I or anyone else on this earth ever could and I pray that she would come to a knowledge of that truth more than anything!

Thank you, Lord, for this sweet gift of a moment that I will treasure and hold close for the rest of my life and for all that You are doing that has yet to be revealed. At this moment, I am still, silent, and in complete awe of You.

abundant blessings

I read today on another blog (I hope she doesn't mind my continuing to refer to her blog) a prayer that “you get overtaken, tackled and overwhelmed by God's blessings today” in response to a passage she read in Deuteronomy that “if you diligently obey the voice of the Lord your God and carefully observe all His commandments, all these blessings will come upon you and overtake you.” So, sort of in response to what she has shared and because I would have shared this anyway, I’d like to rejoice over how God has been tackling and overwhelming me with blessings!

Well, to start with, this week has been like beginning to see the light at the end of a long, difficult tunnel as it relates to my work situation. Today is my Friday and I am gearing up for a much needed four-day weekend and some time away with a couple of my best girlfriends. I am SO very excited! Let me explain.

I’m starting to get to a point at work where I might actually **get caught up** so I am experiencing an exhilarating sense of joyful delight at the daily appearance of a new area of my desk that I haven’t seen in quite some time! If I could, I’d memorialize each of the moments when the desk reappeared by writing the date and time on each area! And, a few weeks ago, one of our interns got the honor of setting up all my new annual billing files for me and that was such a big deal because I had a very large “to file” pile and couldn’t do anything with it. I can’t stand to have things “to file” piling up for weeks and weeks, but it’s kind of at the bottom of the list when it comes to my work priorities; so until I got some help it had to wait. That was really the first pile of stuff to disappear from my desk. It’s been a little bit of disappearing magic each day since then.

The most beautiful blessing by far this week at work was when I had my annual review with my boss yesterday. At my first counseling appointment almost two months ago, I addressed a lot of the work-related depression issues I’ve been dealing with. One of the assignments the therapist gave me was to talk to my boss about particular issues at work and at least let her be aware of them, even if it turned out there wasn’t an immediate solution to the problem. Well, knowing my annual review was coming up, I had some time to prepare and think about what I wanted to say, how to say it and to pray for wisdom, guidance, boldness, and that my boss would be receptive and understanding to what I had to say. The agency also has us complete a preparation questionnaire to go through with our supervisor at the time of the review. I was still pretty nervous and a little anxious yesterday when the time finally came for my review, but I felt confident in what I was prepared to say and that I was doing what God would have me do, whatever the outcome or the reception from my boss.

Well, it went really well! It has to be the best review I’ve had by far. Not that I’ve ever had bad ones, per se, but I definitely felt more comfortable and confident to honestly and freely express my thoughts without dwelling on the outcome this year. And, what I had to say was both well received, appreciated, and affirmed by my boss. And, we talked about the issues I’ve had and what can be done to resolve them. We even talked about a part of my job that may need to be completely eliminated from the agency because the pay-off may not be worth the time and effort we’re putting in to it. Until now, I’ve always felt nervous about seriously looking at giving this part of my work up because I was afraid I’d talk myself out of a job. (There’s that not-trusting-God thing.) I can’t begin to express how large of a burden has been lifted from me, how much brighter the world suddenly appeared, and how deep was the sigh of relief when I walked out of her office. It was satisfying to know that my hard work and persistence is beginning to reap rewards.

And so, to celebrate, one of my bestest girlfriends ever – Laura - and I are going out of town to visit a mutual friend in Arkansas over the coming weekend! Our friend, Whitney, is a married mother of one, soon-to-be-two! and we don’t get to visit with her very often. She and her family come to town every so often and we’ll have girls’ nights out together, but this weekend is sure to be unprecedented and may never happen again for a very long time because if everything works out, the three of us girls will get to slumber party out by ourselves on Saturday night. WOO-HOO! We’re actually staying with Whitney and her family in their home Friday night. Then Saturday night, Laura and I got a hotel room in Little Rock and it’s looking good for Whitney to get to take off her mommy hat off for the night and spend some major girl time with us! I cannot wait! I’ve told this to both of them several times (it’s become sort of like our little “joke” because I say it nearly everytime we all get together and have even had to promise them I won’t go into my little speech), but really - I know how very blessed I am to have these two incredible women in my life. I’ve never had friends like them and they are the truest, most loyal, Godly, sweet, tell-it-like-it-is-with-love, challenging, encouraging, laugh out loud till our sides hurt, there-for-you-through-thick-and-thin, heart friends God could have ever blessed me with. I prayed a long time for friends like them and I have found my cup unable to contain all the blessing that they are to me!

So, this weekend, I will celebrate the blessings of sweet friendship and love, of all the majesty and mystery of who God is, the joy of our friend’s second pregnancy, the joy of being women, the joy of who God has made us to be, and all those things that girls do when they get together and just get to be daughters of the King.

janine breaks out from MIT!

OK, I borrowed this fun idea from a fellow blogger. A fun, mindless, Google game for you. Here's how you get started: go to Google, type in "[your name] needs", and see what comes up. Here's what my search told me "I needed":

Janine needs to fulfill the order. (of wine, that is)
Janine needs yoga. (boy, do I ever!)
Janine needs a room she can go wild in (um, no comment on this one!)
Janine needs to warm up to her co-workers (I already have, so what’s the problem now?)
Janine needs help. (yep, pretty much)
Janine needs a place to live. (bigger and better, baby! my family has doubled in size and we need some room for our bad selves!)
Janine needs to pay some money. (get in line)
Janine needs helpers and volunteers. (anyone want to volunteer to do my job or help me go back to school?)
Janine needs a title. (for my new book about my time as a billing assistant, open to suggestions!)
Janine needs to have things repeated (I must already be going senile in my young age)

And my very favorite one of all -

Janine needs to take some time off from MIT (being brilliant is such hard and demanding work! see ya after spring break!)

humor for the desperate working woman

I received the following in an e-mail from a fellow co-worker and just had to put it out here.

I'm keeping this idea in a safe place.

I urgently needed a few days off work, but I knew the Boss would not allow me to take a leave. I thought that maybe if I acted "CRAZY" then he would tell me to take a few days off. So I hung upside down on the ceiling and made funny noises.

My co-worker asked me what I was doing and I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the Boss would think I was "CRAZY" and give me a few days off.

A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked "What are you doing ?" I told him I was a light bulb. He said "You are clearly stressed out. Go home and recuperate for a couple of days". I jumped down and walked out of the office.

When my co-worker followed me, the Boss asked her "...And where do you think you're going?"

She said, "I'm going home too, I can't work in the dark!"

walking with God

A while back now, during Rivendell @ TU, we talked about Phillip and his encounter with the Ethiopian. This story has really been sticking with me and I can’t get away from it. Well, then again, I’m not really trying to. God is using this story, and my encounter with it that Sunday morning, three-fold in my life - to show me where I’ve been, where I’m at, and small pieces of where He’s taking me.

I’m just coming to a realization that most of my life, I have been trying to prepare myself or to be ready for whatever God would have me do. For me, this means that I’ve been trying to prepare for a life that I’m thinking God is calling me to (or maybe even one that I desire for Him to call me to) and at the same time, not realizing or living out the life He has called me to. I’ve never been clear as to a particular “call” by God on my life and until recently, I’ve always felt a lot of pressure to find that one, elusive thing God has purposed me for. And, after visiting with a friend of mine a couple Saturdays ago, I know I’m not alone in my feeling.

We shared how in our former church experiences, being “called to the ministry” (whether as a missionary, a pastor, a pastor’s wife, or any lifetime ministry career) was sort of exalted and put on a pedestal as being the most incredible thing God could call you to do. I remember feeling those people had to be really special to be called by God to do something so demanding (and I’m nearly confident that they are) and I wanted to be one of them because it seemed to me that nothing else was as significant or important. Simply working in an office has never seemed like something God could possibly "call" me to or intend for me. (I'm sensing a little of my pride showing through. But, let me also explain that my grandparents were missionaries most of their lives, my dad spent most of his childhood in Brazil, I have an aunt and uncle and several of their children - my cousins - who have been and are going into the mission field. Maybe these things contributed to the pressure and expectations I felt? Just a thought. One summer, my aunt and uncle almost took me back to Brazil with them for a year, but I remember even then feeling like I needed to be more prepared and definitely couldn’t be away from my family that long.) I also remember in high school and particularly during my senior year feeling like I really had to have it all figured out – like I was expected to go to college, supposed to know exactly what profession I was going into, and do the best I could to make it happen. AND, if I didn’t, I was made to feel like something was wrong in my relationship with God because He was supposed to make everything clear to me if I was following Him correctly and so if He didn’t make it clear, it was somehow my fault. Well, I honestly didn’t know what God or I wanted to do with my life back then. I had no clue. And, I wasn’t mature enough yet to break the reality of this to those I loved and who loved me, so in my immaturity and utter confusion and frustration, I rebelled and my whole, not-so-perfect world came crashing down around my family and I. In many ways, it seems like my relationship with Christ started over, or maybe only truly began for the first time, when it happened.

But, I still sometimes find myself thinking about what might have been. What if I missed out on what God had originally intended for me because of my sinfulness and rebellion? What if I missed out on that one thing He purposed me for? But, then another thought comes to my mind - hasn’t God fashioned me for a lifetime of “good works,” (see Ephesians 2:10) not just one HUMONGOUS “good work?” (OK, I realize that a lifetime can be considered one “good work,” primarily the work of following God over an entire lifetime, but that’s not what I’m talking about here. I’m talking about one event, a profession, a particular career, etc. ) This leads me down towards another idea, if you’ll indulge me for just a moment. If there were only one thing we were designed and destined for, we’d be off the hook for everything else, right? And then we could focus all our time and attention on that one thing, right? But, there would also be a lot of pressure to perfectly accomplish that one thing? WOW!!! What a lot of pressure! And, what if you don’t ever discover the one thing God has purposed you for? Welcome to the world formerly-and-still-occasionally-known-as-my-own. What a nightmare! It’s a hard and impossible life to live for a number of reasons which I won't even try to go into here and now.

God has taught me (and is still teaching me) the beauty of a lifetime of walking with Him, rather than a few, fleeting moments of perceived greatness. The first time this really started to hit home for me was during another eye-opening service at Rivendell @ TU when I realized that Abraham’s life was great not just because of his faithfulness in the test of sacrificing Isaac, but because of how God developed His faith over a period of time! He walked with God over a period of time. It’s hard for me because I have so wanted to feel like my life has a particular direction and purpose that encompasses more than simply walking with God or have longed for that one single moment of perceived spiritual greatness. (That sounds really terrible, doesn’t it? What could be better or more beautiful than simply walking with Him?) But, as things are beginning to manifest themselves in my life, it suddenly seems that in learning to walk with and walking with God, He has been preparing me for these things that are coming all along. What a mysterious and wonderful God we serve! As I’m writing this, I am just in awe of Him and the beautiful way He works!

For me, hearing the story of Phillip and the Ethiopian was not so much of a wake-up call as it was a curtain being pulled back revealing a hidden treasure for me at this moment in my life. As I continue walking with God in the life He’s given me, it's a reminder not to forget to walk and not grow inpatient as His plans unfold. As in the story of Phillip and the Ethiopian, God gave him step-by-step directions. But, the plans weren’t all laid out at once, as in an instruction manual. And, each step required faith and an act of the will and trust on Phillip’s part. We never know if Phillip worried about being unprepared or incapable or if he questioned God’s reasoning. It doesn’t appear that Phillip made it about himself at all. We only know he followed God and when the time came, God was more than prepared and capable to direct Phillip in what he should do and say.

I will seek You in the morning
And I will learn to walk in Your ways
And, step-by-step, You'll lead me
And I will follow You all of my days

May God continue to grow your faith and your knowledge of Him wherever you are, teach you to walk with Him and trust and rejoice that His ways are higher than your own.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge Him
and He will make your paths straight
~ Proverbs 3:5-6

some hearts like mine

Well, this post has been a couple weeks in the making. I haven't really had a chance to talk to anybody for any length of time about how things are going with my stepdaughter and grandson, but now, I'm to the point of overflowing with things to share!

A couple weeks ago, I took my stepdaughter, Jamie, and the girl I mentor, Jessica, out together on a Friday night to see Eight Below. The two girls really have so very much in common and I thought they would easily hit it off, so I decided to introduce them. (I was quite nervous about this, but God blessed the introduction and I know there will be many more girls' nights for the three of us together.) The night before, I called Jessica to make sure she was available and would be able to go see the movie with us. When I got off the phone and many times in the 24 hours prior to the movie, I was overwhelmed and brought to tears by how blessed and honored I am to have these two incredible girls in my life. Four years ago, if you had told me what my life would look like today, I might not have believed you, especially the part where Jamie and her son come to live with us! These girls are a blessing to me and it is such a joy to be part of their lives!

One of my favorite moments the night we went to see the movie was being in the truck with the girls that reminded me of moments I've shared with my mom. I turned the radio to a country station for fun and there were moments when we were all singing along together. It brought back so many sweet memories of my mom and I driving together and singing songs in the car. What really amazes me is that neither of the girls felt so shy or inhibited that they wouldn't sing in front of someone they didn't know. I just thought that was so very beautiful in itself. I still haven't quite got over those moments.

The first girls' night went so very well. I enjoyed watching the interaction between the two of them and Jamie seemed to laugh the night away. It seems already like a bond has formed between all of us that I pray God will continue to strengthen and grow.

Now, last Friday, just Jamie and I went out together. Friday night has become my "date night" with her. She stays home with her son all week, so I want to make sure we get out of the apartment at least once a week to just be girls. I have had a gift certificate to a place here in Tulsa called Beaded Sisters that I have been waiting to use with Jessica. But, again, this is a mutual interest of the two girls because Jamie likes to make beaded things as well. So, we decided to use some of my gift certificate and go make ourselves some necklaces and bracelets. It was a lot of fun! And, Jamie is so very sweet. She mentioned needing to bring Jessica the next time around and I was so thankful and glad to hear her say it. Jamie finished her two items before I had even finished laying out my necklace to string. She's so fast! Or maybe I'm just that much of a perfectionist still. Hmmmm. We also got out of Beaded Sisters for a LOT less than I was expecting. So much so that even when we go back with Jessica, we probably still will not use all of my gift certificate! After leaving Beaded Sisters, we went to dinner at a Mexican place called Arizona's and I introduced Jamie to queso. I couldn't believe she had never tried queso before! And, I admit it took some convincing to get her to take her first bite. But, once she tried it, she was hooked. Since it turned out to be somewhat of a short night, we decided to just rent some movies and go home after dinner.

My grandson, Ryan, is just a sweet bundle of joy, for the most part. :-) The other day, we watched as he scolded our kitties for fighting with each other. He was so serious, shaking his finger at them and still talking a jumbled mysterious language. Last night, he kept crawling into this box, playing hide and seek with me and I enjoyed tickling him and hearing his sweet laughter. A few nights ago, he and Jamie were outside in the courtyard of our apartment building when my husband and I got home from work. I chased him, while he giggled away - nearly into the street. It scared me to death! I yelled at him to stop at least three times before finally catching him and sweeping him up into my arms and looking at him very seriously while Jamie sprinted towards us. He sometimes is watching the TV then looks at one or all of us, points, and it seems like he's trying to explain something to us, but we can't for the life of us understand any of it. He dances sometimes when he eats. He runs back and forth in our apartment like our cats do, really. He sort of dances when he walks most times. And, he is one tough cookie. He's too sweet for words to adequately express and his smile is definitely contagious.

Now, after all this, I still have one last thing to share. I received a CD for Christmas called Some Hearts, the debut CD by Carrie Underwood. And, I love it! The first night I went out with Jamie, which was less than a week after they arrived, I was playing this CD in the truck. The title song - Some Hearts was playing and when I really listened to the lyrics, I couldn't help but think of my new family situation.

Here are some parts (well, actually most) of the song that really catch my heart's breath when I hear it -

I've never been the kind that you'd call lucky
Always stumbling' around in circles
But I must have stumbled into something...
I wake up feeling like my life's worth living
Can't recall when I last felt that way
Guess it must be all this love you're giving
Never knew never knew it could be like this
But I guess

Some hearts
They just get all the right breaks
Some hearts have the stars on their side
Some hearts,
They just have it so easy
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes

Now who'd have thought someone like you could love me
You're the last thing my heart expected
Who'd have thought I'd ever find somebody
Someone who someone who makes me feel like this
Well I guess

Some hearts
They just get all the right breaks
Some hearts have the stars on their side
Some hearts,
They just have it so easy
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes

Even hearts like mine
Get lucky, lucky sometimes
Even hearts like mine, oh....

Some hearts
They just get all the right breaks
Some hearts have the stars on their side
Some hearts,
They just have it so easy
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes
Some hearts just get lucky sometimes

Now, I believe it's more than simply a stroke of luck that is behind this incredible blessing of Jamie and Ryan being here, the financial ability to do so, and why things are going so very well. I just feel very lucky and blessed to have my husband, Jamie and Ryan in my life. In fact, I feel lucky that we have each other. And it's not at all what I expected. It's infinitely more. Thank you, Lord, for this incredible gift! I don't know why You would choose a heart like mine to bestow so much mercy, grace, love, and joy upon, but I am eternally humbled and grateful.

frappuccino disaster

Funny story. Really. I get to work this morning with my little convenience store bottle of mocha frappuccino (because I'm trying to limit myself, not spend so much money and also do my figure a favor) and some munchies for a quick and light breakfast - the sun is shining, I got to drive to work and listen to my music on the way to work, I overcame the urge more than once to yell or get mad at someone on the road on the way to work and just enjoyed myself (very rare event for me), and above all else - it's Friday, so I'm feeling pretty happy and content. I get to work, turn on my computer, set all my stuff down, begin to get in the groove and get a little organized. I shake up the frappuccino a few times to get it mixed up. A few minutes later, I grab the bottle again to shake it up one more time before actually drinking it and without warning, it goes everywhere!!! - all over my cubicle, all over my computer screen, the keyboard, every nook and cranny the drops of mocha can fly and squeeze themselves into, all over me, my clothes (even through to my bra!), the floor of my cubicle, in my hair, all over papers that are sitting on my desk - ok, I think you've got the picture. It's a sticky, mocha mess, and at first, I just stand there in shock. (I later realized that when I first shook the frappuccino, I also opened it and didn't completely replace the cap. What a dork, I know. :-)

I walk several times to the bathroom and back with wads of wet paper towel, trying to clean up the mess in my cubicle, not even trying to clean myself up because I know that my clothes are a lost cause for now. I get the majority of the frappuccino cleaned up out of my cubicle and am still trying to figure out what to do about myself. I can't work all day in sticky clothes, plus it's in my hair and despite my best efforts with the wet paper towels, my face is still sticky. So I go and tell my boss that I need to go home to take a shower and change my clothes. I will be coming back, even though I really feel like I deserve to go home and stay after this little fiasco. (I know, I'm sort of a wimp every now and then. What's a little mocha frappuccino disaster? It's not like the end of the world or anything.)

So, my stepdaughter and grandson get a little surprise visit from me this morning and I get a little interruption in my not-so-well-planned-out-day. It actually made for a nice, little break to go home, get all cleaned up, get to drive a little more in the sun, and find a birthday gift for my boss. Oh, yeah, did I mention today was my boss' birthday? Well, it is. So, at least I was able to give her a little laugh on her birthday and now, even I can laugh about it. Although I couldn't quite laugh about it at the time - even though I knew in a few hours, I would be able to. Does that make sense? I'm still just not always the kind of person that can laugh at herself while there is still frappuccino to clean up and she just happens to be wearing half of the bottle of it.

But you know what's really cool about all this, now that I think about it? In spite of my little fiasco, it's still Friday, it's still a beautiful day outside, and I'm enjoying every moment of just being alive and human today!

I am thrilled and excited to announce the arrival of a new Tulsa........

MAGAZINE!

A wonderful and long-time friend has been working several years on putting together a magazine to highlight the "people who work, live, and dream" in the North Tulsa community, as well as just celebrate uniquely Tulsa and Oklahoma traditions and history.

Well, her dream is finally coming to fruition and I cannot wait to see her first edition! I am excited to see the impact her magazine and work will have not only in the community of North Tulsa, but all of Tulsa. It has been a long, demanding, and exhausting process, but she has seen it through and I am incredibly proud and delighted to see her long-time dream finally going to print.

I invite you to take a look at the North Tulsa Magazine website and to get excited for this new addition to the celebration of Tulsa's community, culture, history, and traditions!