Category: Every Picture Tells a Story

  • Please forgive me…this is pretty much a re-post from last year, except for a small, much-needed addition…     My big brother Buster was headed to Viet Nam, saying his goodbyes, when I stood beside him in this photograph and smiled. I had no idea what was ahead of him. This was probably taken before…

  •   Each of us stands our ground, doing our best to remain upright through the elements…   We're pushed and shoved by the weather… By life. By time. We have our own space, separate from the rest, vulnerable to the wind in just a slightly different angle than the next one… …but that's good, because…

  • At the top of our road, there's a sign that says No Littering and No Dumping. Yet, every day on my walk, I find something that doesn't belong, most often beer cans or bottles… sometimes soda cans, empty cigarette packages, snack food wrappings, styrofoam or paper cups. Where is it coming from? Okay, I know……

  • I had big plans for this weekend. BIG plans. Number one on the list: getting caught up on my sleep. Next, I planned to get caught up on my book. It only took me a few days to fall short of my 1500 words/day writing goal. Mostly because my body refused to put up with…

  • Years ago, my grandparents had a little cabin near Lake Medina, in the hills west of San Antonio. As you can see from this photo of Grandad on the front steps, it wasn't much to look at…and "little" is an understatement… But in my mind, a weekend at the cabin was a trip to Paradise!…

  •   Act 1 After it!   Act 2 Hmmm…where did it go? Act 3 Mom knows everything – go ask her! Ah, those dogs. Constant entertainment! And so creative! Today I'm grateful for the sunshine (once again) and the chance to live out here where we can walk along dry creek beds and deserted dirt…

  • The falling leaves drift by the windowThe autumn leaves of red and goldI see your lips, the summer kissesThe sun-burned hands I used to hold. Since you went away the days grow longAnd soon I'll hear old winter's songBut I miss you most of all my darlingWhen autumn leaves start to fall.  Originally a French…

  • Tom and I did it. We finally dressed up for Halloween after so many party-pooper years. Now, mind you, we didn't spend a lot of forethought on these costumes… But today I was grateful that I'm a procrastinating hoarder; I was afraid I had thrown away the shoe box full of Halloween makeup, a collection…

  • It's Halloween weekend, and you won't find a single witch, ghost, goblin, or scarecrow on the premises…there's not even a pumpkin on my porch, much less a jack-o-lantern. No, I'm not against Halloween. I love it! It's always been one of my favorite holidays! (And I do not believe that means I'm a bad Christian.) I hated when…

  • What is your Passion? I'm just curious, because I've been trying to figure out what to write in this post about "Passion" for my friend Jillsy's One Word Wednesday theme.  I thought this would be an easy one…I mean, I'm a passionate person…aren't I?  I have a passion for my God, my family and friends,…