Long Hollow

Where seeds of thought have room to grow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: Just thinking…

  • Finding the Rhythm

    This morning the sun's red-orange fingertips barely touched the horizon when I stepped out onto the road for my walk. Belle and Max, prancing in the pre-dawn darkness just beyond the French doors, had convinced me not to wait until daylight. A rowdy wind whipped down the road, whistling through the trees and playing with…

  • My Saturday “Sweet!” List (and considering the future)

    To have courage for whatever comes in life – everything lies in that. St. Teresa of Avila   I paid bills yesterday. Watching our balances dwindle away, I realized there's a good chance I'm going to have to give up on my book and my personal history business and my photography – or at least…

  • The Suldog Re-Blog Challenge

     Suldog, one of my favorite bloggers because he's so brutally honest and funny and compassionate, all rolled up in a tough old-fart exterior, tagged me in something called a Re-Blog Challenge.  Since I'm scrambling to get back into the 'real world' after my dreamy weekend at the coast, I decided today was a good time…

  • Out of Focus (and my Weekly Sweet! List)

    I dropped off my camera last Thursday for some much needed TLC. It was way overdue. Just imagine… four years of trips to the beach and walks down my dusty road. Oh, poor, neglected thing.  When I finally had it back in my hands, I expected it to work like it was brand new. Instead,…

  • Each Day

    Lord, take me where you want me to go;Let me meet who you want me to meet;Tell me what you want me to say; andKeep me out of your way. – Fr. Mychal Judge, FDNY (died 9/11/01)   This morning, while thousands of names were solemnly read, one by one, at Ground Zero, two babies…

  • Changing Seasons (and my Friday Favorite Photo)

    In the soft gloom of an autumnal day, When summer gathers up her robes of glory, And, like a dream of beauty, glides away. ~Sarah Helen WhitmanAmerican poet, 19th century    Summer has slipped quietly away, packing her triple digit robes of glory and heading south, I guess. Autumn now greets me these mornings, wrapping…

  • Horizons

      Disturb us, Lord, when  We are too well pleased with ourselves,  When our dreams have come true  Because we have dreamed too little,  When we arrived safely  Because we sailed too close to the shore. – Sir Francis Drake I have a map in my mind, with huge circles drawn around several destinations. I've…

  • My Sweet and My Sweets!

    On this day 29 years ago, I walked down the aisle of St. Mary's Catholic Church in League City, Texas and officially joined my life to Tom's. I hadn't even known him a full year, but I was very sure my feet were treading in the right direction. Despite that confidence and our whole romantic…

  • “I hope.” ~ Red, Shawshank Redemption

    "Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies." ~ Andy Dufresne, Shawshank Redemption I've seen Shawshank Redemption a zillion times.  And last night I had two zillion things to do. So when TG started watching it, I tried to ignore it and focus on what…

  • If mornings could last forever…

    Max has finished eating and lies still at my feet. We both stare out into the Hollow.  Cicadas hum. Birds chatter back and forth. Heat hasn't yet white-washed the cloudless sky – its crisp blue stretches like a fresh-washed sheet from horizon to horizon. A cardinal whooshes from one tree to another, just a flash…