Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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I received an official letter from the Texas Commission of Environmental Quality today. When the whole damn dam issue first popped up (for background info, click here and here), and I was desperately trying to find some city, county or state agency that gave a hoot or had jurisdiction over issues like this, I spoke…
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"I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house." ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne My thoughts echoed Nathaniel's when I first woke up this morning and saw the brilliant autumn sunshine beckoning and felt the brisk breeze coming through my windows. It was a gorgeous, perfect autumn morning. Unfortunately, summer wasn't…
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A dance, a kiss, some conversation. That's how it all started, twenty-eight years ago tonight. When I walked into the club that long ago Friday night, pondering my lonely future, a dark cloud hovered over my head conjured by my dour thoughts. It's hard to imagine now, but there I was at twenty-two, already feeling so old. So…
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Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the…
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The pretty waitress with the green eyes and dark curly hair caught his eye, but he was too shy to ask her out. Nevertheless, he told all of the other highway patrolmen that she was off limits. The pretty waitress wondered why none of the handsome highway patrolman would ask her out! Finally, someone told her…
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Being a father to a son…hoping your footprints lead him in the right direction, knowing he's watching you for clues on how to be a man, remembering all of the outside influences that can be so distracting to a boy growing up…that's got to be tough enough when you have one son, but imagine if you had nine sets…
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Today…at last…steel-gray clouds moved their party to the sky above us, dancing to the beat of the thunder until finally, finally, it rained. The party lasted a long time, and even when the sun went down, it looked like maybe the band was just taking a break and the party might get going again soon. I…
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Remembering my friend Nancy on her birthday, and feeling very grateful for our friendship.
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Celebrating a long-time friendship, wishing Rae a happy 50th birthday.
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I believe the last big Fifty party has come and gone – and it was a Grand Finale, just like at the end of a fabulous 4th of July fireworks show. Of course, I have to make it clear that Rae is not 50. Yet. She is hanging on tight to 49 for three more days.…
Long Hollow 