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Category: Call me mom
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On the first Monday night of the past twenty or thirty Decembers, everyone in Lago Vista has gathered for the lighting of the Christmas tree and the arrival of Santa Claus. A large pine tree in the median of a main street was dedicated as the official tree by some illustrious city father, and for years afterward the street was…
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It was good spending time with my family…finally celebrating Mama's birthday…getting to hug on Tommy…meeting his girlfriend's parents, her grandmother, sister, and cousin. I met my nephew's fiance, walked with Tom around my childhood neighborhood (seeing it with my ten-year-old eyes), and drooled over the photos from my sister's recent cruise to San Lucia, San Juan,…
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Kendall borrowed my camera the other day, something to do with an assignment in Environmental Science, and zoomed in on our little world…she took the best close-up picture of Frankie I've seen yet (how did she get him to stay still long enough?), a good one of our old Charly gazing up at her with adoring…
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I think I have a new favorite blog – Book Babes. I admit I haven't read that much of it, but how can I resist a blog about BOOKS and MIDLIFE? Granted, I don't have much time to read, but that makes their blog even better – they do the screening for me and pick…
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Monday after work I made a beeline to the church to light a candle. I normally light one after Mass every Sunday, but this past Sunday I was at Mama and Daddy's Baptist church. No candles. I like the Catholic tradition of lighting prayer candles – the idea of a continuous flame pointing up to God, carrying my…
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It's been almost thirty years since my first trip to the Renaissance Festival north of Houston, and I've been back just about every year since. It's changed a bit over the years, but then, so have I… I have dozens and dozens of photos from past years…starting with my pre-Tom life, my early-Tom days (including the day he…
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Tonight I watched Kendall in her last marching band performance. I felt a mixture of relief and wistfulness…I've spent most of my autumn Friday nights and Saturdays the last few years helping the band. It's a lot of work. My heart went out of it last year, partly because of school district politics, and it just hasn't been…
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Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. (Martin Luther King Jr., letter from Birmingham Jail 1963) When Daniel was a high school senior, he applied to five or six colleges, public and private. He had worked hard and was accepted into all of them. He received large academic scholarship offers from each of the private schools…except for one.…
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Saturday night I wandered through dark Austin streets…the old parts, full of history…quite often tragic history. I was on an Austin Ghost Tour, Halloween version. It wasn't a BOO! type of ghost tour, although it did feel a little creepy at times, just standing near spots where murders have occurred (Austin is the proud home of the VERY…
Long Hollow 