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Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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I spotted it when I stepped out onto the front porch one morning this past week, in between trips to Houston. I noticed the fossil first, thinking it had fallen from its spot on the windowsill above the bench where it now rested. Then I realized it had been placed there to…
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Saturday morning my dad finally got an answer to his prayers: He went to be with the Lord. In his honor, I'm reposting this letter I wrote to him here a few years ago… Dear Daddy, All of my life, you've been right here, holding my hand – loose when I needed loose,…
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1. I am kicking myself every day that I didn't become a realtor years ago. And I haven't even made any money yet! (Call me!) (Thanks to my sweet sister-in-law for the blingy name badge!) 2. I believe juggling real estate, my blogs, photography, writing, and family responsibilities is going to be harder…
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Back then it was slumber parties…scary stories…dancing…eating junk food…wrapping houses…riding bikes…prank calls…boys… Back then Rae was the life of the party…always on the move…full of ideas…as playful and mischievous as a puppy… Fast forward forty-four years and things haven't changed very much, thank goodness! We're still having slumber parties where we tell scary stories about…
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September has always been one of my favorite months. The air feels a little drier, crisper…summer temperatures begin their slow (and short, in Texas) descent into winter…the sky sheds its faded denim and dresses in vibrant azure. I'm eager to spend every minute of September outside, enjoying it all. But there are other reasons I…
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…Love, love is the answer, whoo-hooAnd that's all rightSo don't you give up now, whoo-hooIt's so easy to findJust look to your soul (Look to your soul)And open your mind Crystal blue persuasion… It was 1969. I was ten and having the time of my life, because my sister was a lifeguard and she often…
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They were waiting for me in the mailbox yesterday evening. Ah, Mark and Debbie…you haven't aged a bit since I last saw you forty-one years ago! I don't remember when the book first appeared in our home, but I know I had discovered it by the time I was in 4th grade and…
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Thirty-one years. That's officially how long Tom and I have been married as of this evening, around 6 or 7 pm. And they said you couldn't find lasting love in a bar… …No more looking for love in all the wrong placesLooking for love in too many facesSearching your eyes, looking for tracesOf what.. I'm dreaming…
Long Hollow 