Long Hollow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: My Evolution

  • Returning to Me

    http://oascentral.blogher.org/RealMedia/ads/adstream_jx.ads/blogher.org/Pfizer_Nov11_ReviewBadges_014/@x13 With the birth of my first child, my ego, dreams, and most other aspects of Me as I knew Me sloughed off like a snake skin, forgotten. I was a Mother now! That tiny little being depended on me and by golly, that's all that mattered. Within a few years, I had two more…

  • Simplify! (and my Saturday Sweet Report)

    "Simplify, organize, simplify…" a small voice has been chanting in my head lately, making it difficult to concentrate. So when my friend Gwen invited me to add some of my things to her garage sale this weekend, I jumped on the chance to de-clutter. By yesterday morning, my car was loaded with two large boxes for the…

  • “The Best Laid Schemes…” (What happened to Monday and Tuesday?)

    According to my calendar, I'm in Galveston right now, visiting my friend Ann, finally getting to see the cute little Victorian house she's fixing up and browsing through some wonderful eclectic shops. Things don't always go according to plan, though, do they? Instead of strolling the tourist-free beaches and staying up late talking and laughing…

  • First Days

    Looking sharp in "business casual", he tucked his lunch into his backpack and headed out the door with Tom this morning before dawn. It's Daniel's first day at his post-college-graduation, adult-world job. He and Tom are carpooling right now until Daniel gets his own place in town. I stood there watching him as he grabbed…

  • Halloween Memories and other Sweet!s

    My Friday drifted away from me. I had a tight grip on it but then next thing I knew it was gone.  It was one of those impulsive days… the kind where I start one thing and in the middle veer off onto something completely different… where I get a lot of little things done…

  • Ambience Lost

        Writers, especially those trying to write at a desktop in the middle of the livingroom in a houseful of people, know you have to learn to tune everything out around you. And anyone who works from home and hopes to accomplish anything at all has to learn to ignore laundry, dishes, dust… I've…

  • Love at First Bark

    I start almost every morning with a walk down my dirt road with Belle and Max. Their joie de vivre is palpable. Contagious. I'm addicted to these walks, to watching my "puppies" greet each new day with passion and energy and optimism.  Max and Belle were both strays who wandered up to strange houses with a…

  • 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…

  • He would have been 64.

    Thoughts of my brother Buster flitted in and out of my mind today. My parents drove out to the cemetery as I'm sure they've done every October 16 for 29 years. As I'm sure I would do if I were in their place. I hope I'm never in their place. The following is a re-post…

  • Twenty-Three? How is that possible?

    "Daniel, you're going to be 23 in two days!" "Yeah, I know, mom." Whoa. That thought hit me while we were driving back from town two days ago. There I was, comfortably cruising along with him being 22, and next thing I knew, a whole year had zoomed by, just a blur out my window,…