Long Hollow

Where seeds of thought have room to grow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: My Evolution

  • Rambling on a Monday in May

    Before I was fully awake this morning, I started the coffee brewing and switched on the television. Up popped the devastation in Joplin, Missouri – that hospital with blown windows surrounded by mangled vehicles, toothpick trees and piles of rubbish … the videos, the woman's voice praying "Help us, Jesus…" After saying a prayer for all of…

  • There are days…

      Were there no fools, there would be no wise ones. ~ German Proverb   There are days I'm grateful for the gray skies and gathering storm clouds because a blue sky would be a slap in the face, mocking the gray I feel inside. There are days I feel I know everything, and days I realize…

  • The moon, my honey and Los Lonely Boys…

    Saturday night, a Texas moon smiling down on me and Tom by my side, I had one of those Aha! moments. I realized I was finally experiencing Austin with all five senses in a way I hadn't yet in the nearly sixteen years we've lived here. I could feel it in the just-cool-enough breeze blowing…

  • On Dreams … and Sweet #5

    "Nothing happens unless first we dream." ~ Carl Sanburg So true. But dreams are just seeds – they don't bloom without the right conditions and it's up to us to help them along. We have to water them. Plant them where they'll get enough sunshine.  I've been prodded several times just in the past few…

  • Spring Fever Frenzy and Sweet! #1

    Frenzy is my word of the week, (where's my copy of Pearl Jam's song Just Breathe?) so please forgive me if this post seems a little harried and unorganized. If it jumps around a bit, it's just a reflection of my life right now, hopscotching from one project to the next in haphazard order. Tom…

  • Thank you, BlogHer!

    I think I've mentioned this before – I'm a book addict. I have boxes and boxes of books stacked in the boys' rooms downstairs, waiting for the library Tom has promised me  (and promised me… and promised me…) (Okay, in his defense, he built this whole house … even finished out my closet while he…

  • Royal Wedding, the Sequel. Yes, I’ll be watching. (And my Friday-ish Favorite Photo)

      On a summer morning in 1981, I stumbled up the stairs and into my condo after a twelve-hour night shift, turned on the television, plopped on the floor, and watched the fairy-tale wedding of Diana and Charles. Despite the cynicism of my 22 years, I guess I believed in the fairy-tale, and must have…

  • Twenty-One Years Later…

    "You have a daughter? I just remember the two boys!" "Yep. I had her in '91. What year did you leave?" "'90."  "Well, that explains it then. Here's her picture…" "Yeah, I saw it. She looks just like you. You don't look like you, but she does!" When Ken first met me, I was 19.…

  • Dang it! I’m a couch potato after all! Are you?

      Despite sweating at least an hour almost every day, running, jumping rope, lifting free weights, stretching  … despite trying to strengthen my heart, lungs, bones and maintain my flexibility in my fight against the villainous side effects of menopause … I found out I'm losing anyway, because the rest of the day I sit…

  • Time to re-sort my rocks

      You've seen that story about the professor and the rocks, right? The one where he uses them to explain priorities to his classroom?   If you haven't, here's a synopsis (if you know the story, just skip this part)… To illustrate time management and priorities, a professor sets a large jar on the table…