Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Friendship
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Okay, I admit Charly's eyes look a little creepy in this picture…I don't have a good photo editing program yet. But his intense look – the watching, waiting, full of hope and faith that I'll head to the front door any minute to go on our walk – is irresistible. This is…
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What a weekend! Daniel was home AND I went to my first University of Texas football game, courtesy of our friends Mary Kay and Joe, whose son Ryan is part of the UT Band. What an experience…Texas Memorial Stadium was a sea of burnt orange (except for a few splashes of yellow…the brave University…
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We huddled on the metal steps near the top of the stands, tucked between the marching band on our left and whooping spectators on our right. There were no seats left in our small stadium – it was Homecoming in a winning season of high school football in Texas. But we were oblivious…
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I remember sitting in the class circle in 4th grade Spanish, trying to imitate the suave, casual way you crossed your legs and chewed thoughtfully on your thumbnail. You were so smart, athletic, and popular, and seemed to be oblivious to all the guys who had crushes on you. We became friends, connected at first by our…
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7:30 am – My eyes pop open. I throw on some clothes, grab my camera and a handful of peanuts, and I'm out the door. 7:45 am - I'm walking on the morning beach – so different from the midday beach. Different people…joggers, other walkers, wearing tennis shoes and funny hats. Different birds…. some seagulls and egrets,…
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Why I need this weekend in Port Aransas… This is another reason… I cannot even imagine where I would be today were it not for that handful of friends who have given me a heart full of joy. Let's face it: Friends make life a lot more fun. (Charles R. Swindoll ) Hope your weekend is…
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One of my friends, Chris Santiago, sent these photos he took of some of the damage on Spencer Highway in LaPorte, just a few miles from my brother's house and our old neighborhood…it could have been much worse, I guess…
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Ike is really, really big. He's making me a little nervous now as I see the outer bands taking swipes at the dots on the Texas map where I have loved ones. My family is "hunkering down," my brother finally agreeing (last time I talked to him anyway) to heed the mandatory evacuation order…
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I'm not sure why, and I've said it before, but my high school class is unusually close to one another (maybe some special chemical escaped from one of the chemical plants that year??) After our thirtieth reunion last year, Byron Tully, screenwriter and poet, sent this ode that I felt summed it up… We don't need no stinking website.…
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I owe an apology to the Houston/Galveston area. You see, every year I escape with a group of women to Port Aransas, near Corpus Christi, for a much anticipated, very necessary, retreat from our normal routines. We're scheduled to go next weekend, so when it looked like Hurricane Ike was steering straight for our high-rise condo,…
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