Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Just thinking…
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Tom and I stood on the doorstep watching Tommy's little red Neon pull away from the house, headed back to Dallas. A montage of images flashed through my head, visions of my parents and Tom's parents standing on porches, waving goodbye to us as we pulled away after a visit. It hit me that Tommy…
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I hate getting up before dawn, but…I love getting up before dawn. Frankie roosted on the woodpile last night, perched on a piece that stuck up a few inches, like a mini-branch. I remembered it this morning just as the treetops became visible, so I went to the window to check on him. There…
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Tom and I finally got around to watching "The Bucket List" Saturday night. Yeah, I know we're a little behind the times, but that's nothing new. I thought the movie was a tad contrived, predictable, and corny in places, but the overall theme is a good one to set you thinking about what you…
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Even if happiness forgets you for a little bit, never completely forget about it. (Jacques Prevert, French poet and screenwriter, 20th century) An old boyfriend once told me, "Don't depend on me for your happiness." Our relationship had been a rollercoaster ride of emotions for me until then (because he wasn't a very…
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"We must be willing to get rid of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us." – Joseph Campbell, American writer and professor, 20th century "The big secret in life is that there is no big secret. Whatever your goal, you can get there if you’re…
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My friend Tamara is a new grandmother. Her middle daughter continued the girl tradition this week (Tamara has three girls), just in time for Tamara’s fiftieth birthday. The problem is, Tamara, in my mind, is only eighteen years old. I guess the process at work here is the same one that…
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Kendall’s birthday has come and gone. We have these things in common: neither of us will ever be sixteen again, and neither of us will ever again have a seventeenth birthday. I’m not reflecting on this because I wish I was a teenager. Lord, no! I wouldn’t go back to those…
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(written this past Friday) A hectic morning – I’m running late. Mass has already started when I arrive. I’m covering for the church secretary today, and don’t really have to be here in time for Mass, but I want to. I see it as a bonus of the job, a mini-retreat…
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Up until recently, I maintained the philosophy that I shouldn’t regret any “bad” decisions I made – that my mistakes helped make me who I am, that everything worked out for the best, the way it was supposed to, blah, blah, blah… Now that fifty is around the corner, I realize I do have some…
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Coming back from the doctor this afternoon, tired from the weekend and too little sleep, and feeling depressed because I always believe the worst-case scenario when something is wrong, I stopped at HEB. "How’s your day going?" the check-out boy asked. He was only about seventeen, tall, thin. Shaggy-ish brown hair.…
Long Hollow 