Category: Every Picture Tells a Story

  • …I slept in this morning, until the impatient sunlight pestered me awake. …I walked with the dogs along a country road, safe and free. …I'll spend time in the sunshine, share a bountiful meal, maybe play some ping-pong with my kids.  Thanks to you… …I grew up in a country where I (mostly) make my…

  • Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. ~ Khalil Gibran I rose early to see a loved one off on a tough adventure, with a prayer that their perseverance pays off… either that or that they learn to be flexible if things don't work out the way…

  • Before I was fully awake this morning, I started the coffee brewing and switched on the television. Up popped the devastation in Joplin, Missouri – that hospital with blown windows surrounded by mangled vehicles, toothpick trees and piles of rubbish … the videos, the woman's voice praying "Help us, Jesus…" After saying a prayer for all of…

  •   Back then… He was short. He loved Honey Nut Cheerios and Cyclops cookies. He loved building things with Legos. He loved books, making up stories, and playing 'what if…?' He had a wild, wonderful imagination. He could get lost in thought, observing and wondering about the world around him. He loved learning. He was…

  • Last night we heard our middle son's name called, watched as he walked across a stage in his cap, gown and stole, watched him shake hands and receive a piece of paper that essentially read "Congratulations! You did it!" That's why I waited until today to post my Friday Favorite Photo… Congratulations, Daniel!!! We're so…

  • Saturday night, a Texas moon smiling down on me and Tom by my side, I had one of those Aha! moments. I realized I was finally experiencing Austin with all five senses in a way I hadn't yet in the nearly sixteen years we've lived here. I could feel it in the just-cool-enough breeze blowing…

  • Yes, we've been married for 49 "Friday the 13th"s now, starting with our wedding day. Tom is the one keeping count. This afternoon he greeted me with "Happy 49th Anniversary!"  I don't know how he does it – I can barely keep track of my age these days, but it makes me feel good that…

  • Music is a puppeteer pulling my strings, making me laugh, cry, sing, dance. There are songs that whisk me into the past, songs that soothe my fears, songs that lift my spirits, songs that inspire me, encourage me, give me hope. I'm just a feather blown this way and that by the melodies and words.…

  • Well, I guess I gave it away in the title. Rain keeps flirting with us here in the Hollow. This morning the sky opened up full force – for about three seconds. But the faucet kept dripping… I felt drops on my head all during our walk. I carried an umbrella just in case the…

  • My mother, a pony-riding, chin-up champion tomboy, grew up…       …to be one of the most beautiful women in the world, inside and out. She's only 17 in the photo above. I certainly didn't look this glamorous, elegant, or self-confident at 17. I'm not sure I ever have!    She's a combination of strong,…