Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Indulgence
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Sigh. I feel better. The monster isn't tamed by any means, but he's a lot smaller and not nearly as menacing. Somehow I managed to stay focused on the biggest fun-suckers, like cleaning my house – the part of the monster that was casting the biggest shadow on everything else. Even when Rick Steves came…
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Frankie the Guinea Fowl usually escorts me to my car every morning, then runs alongside until we reach the property line. I have no idea why; it's just what he does. For some reason, he feels this is his duty and therefore, I'm honored. This morning, however…no Frankie! I finally traced his chirps into the…
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When Mama's away, the boys will play! Look what I discovered in the house Friday afternoon when I got home from work … And Tom says I'm the softy in the family…
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He's stretched out on the couch in front of the television. Austin City Limits is on and I can hear Kenny Chesney singing from where I sit at the desk, paying bills. "Oh, this is a good one," I say. "Let's dance!" I expect the "No" but I ask anyway. I love to dance, but when I…
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My husband Tom loves to go to Hooter's. He swears it's only for the hot wings. Yeah, I'm rolling my eyes, too. But I have to admit, I'm starting to believe him. For the past few weeks he has been a man on a mission, trying to figure out how to duplicate the hot wings at…
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Do not call me, for I will not answer – at least not tonight after 7, Central Time. Physically I will be nestled on my couch with eyes glued to the television. Mentally, I'll be an imagination away on a remote, mysterious island trying to figure out what the hell is going on. My name…
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Clutter and chaos – the catchphrase of my house and life right now. Even my to-do lists are a mess, scribbled on scraps of paper scattered all over the house and shoved to the bottom of my purse. I am on a roll of writing and house projects…but I feel like someone trying to run with…
Long Hollow 