Long Hollow

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Category: Music

  • Roy and The River

    I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well. DIANE ACKERMANAmerican writer and naturalist, present day     Remember that Garth Brooks song, "The River"? It popped into my head this morning and is…

  • Drew Womack, friends, a hill above the lake = a perfect Texas night

    By the time slow-poke Friday knocks on our door, Tom and I are usually worn out from entertaining the other demanding, high-maintenance days of the week; we can muster enough energy to snuggle downstairs watching a movie, but that's about it. We don't have enough brain left to make plans (besides, we're procrastinators, remember?) Thank…

  • Carry On, My Dirty White, Blue Collar Son

    There's nothing like a rock concert to make you feel eighteen again… the music pounds so hard it chips away the years. You can't remember if you turned off the coffee pot, but lyrics long-buried in the rubble of your brain flow out of your mouth – the soundtrack to scenes of your life, years…

  • Loose Ends, Apologies and Clarifications

    I owe my kids an apology. I implied in XOXO Nina Barbara that they were slackers in the Mother's Day department. I didn't intend to, but nonetheless, reading back over it now, I understand why my sweet Tommy slipped a pressed flower into the card he sent me with a note explaining "I couldn't let…

  • Today’s the Day

    Yesterday I was stressing out, overwhelmed by how quickly May was filling up – its busy-ness is rivaling the Spring Green and wildflowers that are taking over Long Hollow. After months spent snuggling (and snoozing) on the couch, watching movies with Tom, suddenly I'm faced with a full dance card.  I'm socially out of shape. The…

  • The Heart of the Matter

    I've been spinning through emotions the past few days. Sunday evening I was still floating in air over having Shake Russell fill my house with his beautiful music when I got a call that a dear friend's ex-husband had died, killed in a motorcycle accident that afternoon.  My heart aches for her – even though…

  • Shake-in’ it up … Deep in the Hollow with Shake Russell

    It was one of those moments you can't forget … one of those "I remember the first time …" events that are seared into your memory so deeply that if you close your eyes, you're back there again, just like that: … It's 1978-ish. I'm sitting in my friend Bruce's truck, watching him pop in…

  • Anticipation

    The frenzy has passed …the planning, the emails, cleaning, shopping, cooking. Now I'm just waiting, trying to comprehend that it's actually here … an event I've been looking forward to for months. Now I'm just sitting here, waiting, watching the clock.  Tonight some of my favorite songs will be sung right here in my own…

  • Adam’s Song

    Music takes me by the hand and leads me places. Most of the time I enjoy the journey but sometimes a song will take me to a place or time I’ve tried to forget. Yesterday morning I settled in at my drums for my one-song-a-day ritual. Earplugs in place, I pushed the button on my…

  • Decisions, Decisions…

    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…