Long Hollow

Where seeds of thought have room to grow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: My Evolution

  • Friday the 13th

    Up late last night, writing and coming through on a months-old promise of photos to a sweet friend. Reset alarm, later, later. Finally staggered out of bed at 6am to kiss Tom before he hit the road. "Happy Anniversary!" he tells me. My sleepy brain scrambles for the meaning behind his words. Through the fog,…

  • To Say “It’s Done”

    I knew what I wanted. To lay words on page, one after another. Words that twisted and turned but always moved forward through the life of my great-great grandfather, allowing my readers to experience the adventures, heartbreaks and joys of his life.  Most of all, I wanted to lay the last word. To say "It's done."…

  • Kids, Jewelry, Birthdays, Weddings and other (belated) Sweet!s

    A rumble of thunder and whisper of rain woke me in the night. It continues today, another steady, soaking rain falling from a colorless sky. We've had enough rain in the past few weeks that I almost take it for granted, despite the months of drought. Almost, but not quite. Waking to the sound of…

  • A Message From Myself Out of the Past

    Epiphany (-nies) Knotted muscle in my neck…can't quite catch my breath…geez, it's only Jan. 4 and I'm already stressing about how to get everything accomplished that I want to do this year! I wish I could resolve to have an extra six hours each day – that would help! Twenty-four doesn't seem to be nearly enough.…

  • Looking Back, Looking Forward

    "A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people." ~ Thomas Mann If that's so, then I'm definitely a writer. There are times when writing isn't just difficult for me – it's pure hell. But other times it's heaven, and that's why I stand here in January of…

  • ‘F’ Words for 2012

    In 2011, my thoughts ran wild like mustangs, my energy scattered into all different directions trying to chase them down. True, creativity needs space and the freedom to run wild for a bit, to stretch its legs and grow strong… but if those thoughts scatter too far in too many directions… if they never return…

  • Gifts

    O Sunrise, splendor of light eternal and sun of righteousness:Come and enlighten those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death. This sunrise was a gift, a splash of tangerine through my window reminding me that light conquers darkness, that each new day is a promise fulfilled, a gift to savor. I rose at 4:30 this…

  • Sugar Frosted Mornings and other Sweet!s

    I stepped out into a frosted world… even the tops of the cedars sparkled in the first rays of morning light peeking into the Hollow. The frozen mud crunched with each footstep. Like a tourist with their first glimpse of the Grand Canyon, I snapped photo after photo of crystal-crusted oak leaves, flowers, blades of grass,…

  • 26 Sweets (and then some)

      I was 26. I had felt the life inside of me, kicking my ribs, pressing on my bladder. Had heard the amplified swoosh swoosh of the heartbeat in the doctor's office. Had spent all night and most of the morning gritting my teeth and breathing heh-heh-heh through the waves of pain. And then, there…

  • Ssssh! Don’t Tell my Mom! (plus the Shutterfly winners)

    Life has gotten crazy busy. My oldest son and his girlfriend are heading here this evening, joined by a few of his 'old' college buddies who are driving in from Dallas. Tomorrow is his birthday and he's letting me celebrate it with him for the first time in years and years… well, since he left…