Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Back to School
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I was born and grew up in a town nicknamed Stink-a-dena on the Houston Ship Channel. In December, the blue northers pushed the scent of the paper mill onto our street. I still connect that smell with Christmas. The plants lining the ship channel paid tons of property taxes, so we had great schools. That's…
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I'll be traveling today, driving miles of highway in my air-conditioned car, singing along to the radio, probably dancing in my seat and drumming on the steering wheel, perhaps swerving off the road to capture something in my camera (because I can do that when I travel alone.) (Don't worry, Mama I promise I'll be…
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"Happy first anniversary, Barbara!" the email said. It was from my Hyundai dealer – my sweet little car turned a year old this month. Wow! The past 12 months with it have been bliss – that "new car" smell is long gone, and I don't wash the dirt-road-dust off of it every week, but it's…
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On the local news this morning I heard there was going to be a meeting tonight at the University of Texas – an open meeting between students, parents and administration to discuss a potential tuition hike. Funny…I wasn't invited. I receive a newsletter from the University…a newsletter from the Parents' Association…and I'm on the email list…
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Ah, we're such bad "parents"…here we are on the coldest morning since 1996 – it got down in the teens last night – and we had barely a spoonful of seed left for Frankie's breakfast. I gave him a couple of nuggets from Max's canned dog food to tide him over – he loves those!…
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As a welder's helper for H.B. Zachry back in 1978, I learned alligator cooked in a welding rod hot box tastes a lot like chicken and that it's important to know who you are and have a tight grip on your values when submerged in a world of loose rules and questionable ethics. I was introduced to…
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