Long Hollow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: GenFab Blog Hop

  • Reinvention

    "Reinvention" is the theme for Generation Fabulous's blog hop this month. Considering I just started a new career as a realtor, seemingly out of the blue, "reinvention" is right up my alley. Or is it? Can it be considered "reinvention" if it's something you once loved, and spent hours doing, long ago? You see, when…

  • The Power of a Summer Song

    …Love, love is the answer, whoo-hooAnd that's all rightSo don't you give up now, whoo-hooIt's so easy to findJust look to your soul (Look to your soul)And open your mind Crystal blue persuasion… It was 1969. I was ten and having the time of my life, because my sister was a lifeguard and she often…

  • Transformation a la Plane, Train, and Hovercraft

    My blogging group, Generation Fabulous, hosts a monthly Blog Hop. July's theme is “Transformative Travel.” I knew exactly what to write about…    On this date thirty-seven years ago I stood beneath the glorious ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. I also toured St. Peter's Basilica that day, thinking – paraphrasing my travel diary - "It's really pretty, but…

  • A Rich Inheritance (Happy Father’s Day!)

    Friday my mother thought Daddy was having a stroke. She's seen enough of them to recognize the symptoms in him. He wouldn't let her call an ambulance, so she called my sister, who in turn called me en route to their house.  The kids and I already had plans to leave early yesterday morning to…

  • Why I’m My Father’s Daughter

      If Daddy answers the phone when I call my parents, our conversation is a quick one. "I can't talk," he'll complain.  "You sound fine to me," I'll tell him.  "What? I can't hear you. Here's your mother." And that's that. Strokes have taken their toll on his vocal chords. The effort to speak is…

  • God, Grant Me The Serenity…

    Through the window, I see my brother-in-law's SUV pull up in front of the house. Several younger men gather to help maneuver my mother down from her seat and into the waiting wheelchair. For a moment exhaustion pinches her face from the three-hour road trip and constant struggle to breathe, but then I see that…

  • Aging with grace. What does that mean, anyway?

    I stepped into the classroom of second graders and made my way to the teacher’s desk. “Are you someone’s grandmother?” one little munchkin asked.  “No, I’m the substitute teacher,” I said with forced smile, trying to recover from such a fierce Reality Check that early in the morning, and making myself promise not to hold…

  • It Started with Peter…

        It was Peter Noone's voice I first fell in love with. My six-year-old heart broke for him when he sang to Mrs. Brown about her lovely daughter.  "Wait for me, Peter," I told the radio, "I'll never break your heart like that." I still can't resist a British accent. Imagine my excitement the…