Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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I sit in a corner of Mam-ma's bedroom in front of the piano, fingers splayed in position, tapping out the notes I'm reading from my Lesson Book. Or my sister's – I liked her music more than mine. The piano is an upright, with old family photos displayed on top that distract me. There's one…
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I had to go to a meeting tonight. In another life, I had at least one meeting almost every night of the week, and sometimes during the day. Meetings go hand-in-hand with volunteering, and I was pretty much a professional volunteer and community busy-body… There were PTA meetings, PTA officer meetings, Room Parent meetings, Site-Based…
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It's been a morning of sadness for me. A morning for shedding tears. Several emails waited quietly in line to inform me that a friend from my DuPont days was killed over the weekend. Roger wasn't one of my closest friends out there – I'm not sure if we ever even worked the same shift,…
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It's not a good idea to stay up late, late, late Sunday night working at the computer when you need to get up early, early, early Monday morning for work. So now you know how my Monday started…with bloodshot eyes and plenty of yawns and scrambling to be on time. When will I learn? I…
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Young love, young bodies. Before pregnancy and childbirth and knee surgeries and varicose veins. Before car wrecks and hernias and headaches and heart stents. When there was… …enough money… …enough energy… …enough time for all of our dreams to come true. Man, how time flies! But, you know… Our love might not be young.…
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Today is my mother's birthday! Guess which one? Two years ago I listed 77 things I'd learned from my mother. Last year I added #78, a very important one. You should read both of those. (Go ahead… I'll wait for you!) So, ready for Lesson #79? Every afternoon I call my mom. (Well, almost 'every'.)…
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Each of us stands our ground, doing our best to remain upright through the elements… We're pushed and shoved by the weather… By life. By time. We have our own space, separate from the rest, vulnerable to the wind in just a slightly different angle than the next one… …but that's good, because…
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Years ago, my grandparents had a little cabin near Lake Medina, in the hills west of San Antonio. As you can see from this photo of Grandad on the front steps, it wasn't much to look at…and "little" is an understatement… But in my mind, a weekend at the cabin was a trip to Paradise!…
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We were the first girls' Shop class ever at Deepwater Junior High. Ever. Let me repeat: The…First…Ever. It was 1973. I was trying to recover from my first (and only) 'C' on a report card (7th grade Sewing. ugh.) and jumped on this chance to regain my dignity as well as be part of the…
Long Hollow 