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Category: Enjoying Austin
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I started substitute teaching again. Three years ago I started a (mostly) full-time job and, except for Voting Day and a couple of quick visits to talk about writing to students, I didn't step a foot into the schools during that time. I missed it, and I'm so grateful the district accepted me as a sub…
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I haven't blogged in a whole week. I think that's a record. Snippets and ideas for posts have popped in my head – random words are scribbled on scraps of paper all over the house and in the car – but I haven't been able to stop long enough to work them into full posts.…
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This tiny naked baby, arms opened wide for a hug, sits on my kitchen window sill, a sweet reminder that just two weeks ago my kitchen was overflowing in love and friendship and hugs from women who have known me almost forever. The baby came hidden in an authentic King Cake,…
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I'm in a calm spot between a busy week and a busier weekend. We've been blessed with spring-like weather, lately, and I admit I'm ready for it to just stick around. Wildflowers haven't yet ventured our way, but we're being serenaded by birds and frogs and a running creek. Storm clouds and sunshine are taking…
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A collection of colorful bags and pieces of luggage grows beside me. Today's the day I take TG back to campus to start the spring semester. Wasn't it just a few days ago that we carried all of those bags down from the car? Christmas break went by so fast. At the beginning of it…
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Up late last night, writing and coming through on a months-old promise of photos to a sweet friend. Reset alarm, later, later. Finally staggered out of bed at 6am to kiss Tom before he hit the road. "Happy Anniversary!" he tells me. My sleepy brain scrambles for the meaning behind his words. Through the fog,…
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A rumble of thunder and whisper of rain woke me in the night. It continues today, another steady, soaking rain falling from a colorless sky. We've had enough rain in the past few weeks that I almost take it for granted, despite the months of drought. Almost, but not quite. Waking to the sound of…
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We let Max sleep inside the past two nights. Belle, too, of course, although it was more for Max's sake than hers. They have a large dog house, nestled up against the house and the hill, protected from the elements, but even though temperatures were just in the low forties Sunday night, it was bone-chilling…
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It started like this… Belle's face peered in from the pre-dawn darkness, much earlier than usual. I had just stumbled from the bedroom, still groggy with sleep. She seemed nervous about something. Stepping outside, I knew right away what had her up so early, wanting our company… …The frogs had a croaking chorus coming from…
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Normally, there's no way I'd be praying for a tropical storm to head our way, especially on a weekend, but extreme circumstances call for extreme prayer! (Forty-plus days of 100+ degree temps and the driest 7-month span on record qualifies as extreme circumstances, doesn't it? Thought so.) I believe in the power of teamwork, so…
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