Long Hollow

Where seeds of thought have room to grow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: Friendship

  • Connected

      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…

  • A Not-So-Unproductive Weekend

    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…

  • Pen-Pals, Paradise, and other wishes come true

    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!…

  • When Exhaustion is a Great Feeling

    Take a beautiful sunset… …a full moon… …the Shake Russell Trio singing "Deep in the West" and other favorites (click the song link to hear it)… …a reunion with sweet friends… Dee (above) and Merrit (below) …dancing (I danced, too…but I don't let him dance with anyone else very often!)… …ping-pong (and another reunion with…

  • Timing – my Friday Favorites

    I hoped to put my morning walk off until later, when the sun was higher (better light, better photos) and I had finished my work-out (the longer I put it off, the less likely I am to do it! It's better to catch myself before I'm fully awake!) But Belle spotted me through the window;…

  • In the Drumline (in my mind)

    I played my drums this morning – just one quick song streaming through my hand-me-down iPod knock-off… "My Alien" by Simple Plan. It's the first time this week I've picked up the drumsticks. I think I might have once last week. I can't remember. The weeks, the mornings, just blur together. By necessity I'm focusing…

  • After the darkness, light…

    I pass through bands of light and shade each day; as the sun rises on Long Hollow, it casts shadows across the road before me on my morning walks, reminding me that even on the sunniest days there will be some darkness… but if I keep walking I'll once again stand in the sunlight. Gray…

  • In the heart of Austin with Tully/Brad and company

    I love a good tradition, especially one that involves getting together with friends. One of my favorite new ones is the bi-annual Tully/Brad weekend… two sports-addicted longtime friends from high school who take time in the fall (football) and the spring (March Madness) to catch up on each other's lives while devoting several days to…

  • “Cook me some fish, Man!”

    That's what I told Tom the other day, when we opened the package from my friend containing a ziplock bag of Lime Pepper. She had seen my post and picture of him cooking Tilapia and wanted to share her favorite spice and recipe with him. I thought my joke was funny: "Cook me some fish, Man!" I loved that…

  • Running Away… a Different Kind of Survivor Weekend

    Last weekend I was surrounded by survivors… not the kind that sleep outside and eat bugs and face other challenges they take on voluntarily, but the real kind of survivors… the ones who encounter huge obstacles along their life road they didn't expect and don't want, but who keep going, head down during the toughest…