Long Hollow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: My Evolution

  • Friday Favorites – Halloweens Past (plus a prayer for my Daddy)

    It's Halloween weekend, and you won't find a single witch, ghost, goblin, or scarecrow on the premises…there's not even a pumpkin on my porch, much less a jack-o-lantern. No, I'm not against Halloween. I love it! It's always been one of my favorite holidays! (And I do not believe that means I'm a bad Christian.) I hated when…

  • In the Drumline (in my mind)

    I played my drums this morning – just one quick song streaming through my hand-me-down iPod knock-off… "My Alien" by Simple Plan. It's the first time this week I've picked up the drumsticks. I think I might have once last week. I can't remember. The weeks, the mornings, just blur together. By necessity I'm focusing…

  • Going for the Gold

    I've never known anyone yet who doesn't suffer a certain restlessness when autumn rolls around… We're all eight years old again and anything is possible. — Sue Grafton Restless. That's a good word to describe how I'm feeling these days, caught between needs and wants. Not material wants, but those Dream kind, and my inner…

  • On Writing, and the Pros and Cons of a Late Night Shopping Trip

    I realize I've been spoiled the past, what, 20 years since I quit working at the chemical plant to be a stay-at-home mom. Before you get the wrong idea, first let me tell you that being a "stay-at-home" kicked my butt, especially at first. It's the toughest job I've ever had, and I was the…

  • The Man in the Doorway

    We should never be ashamed to own that we have been in the wrong, which is but saying that we are wiser today than we were yesterday. Alexander Pope Thank you Mr. Pope, but I'm still ashamed to tell this story – I fear I'm no wiser than on the day it happened. But the…

  • Good Mondays (and long, long Tuesdays)

    Monday was a good day. Despite being out of coffee (remembering as soon as I stepped into the kitchen that it was the main reason I planned to go to the grocery store after shopping with TG the night before) the lightning, thunder and expletives a morning without fresh hot coffee would normally trigger stayed…

  • September…

    I heard Daughtry sing his new song "September" today. I've heard it before, but it wasn't until the words drifted through my head this morning that I realized it could be a theme song for this Fifty decade I'm traveling through. "How the time passed away…" It's depressing to think about, and kind of hard…

  • What a weekend! Where do I start?

    I think I'll start with today, a Monday which has redeemed all prior Mondays in my eyes (even though it's not technically part of the weekend) and move backwards for a change.  No, I didn't win the lottery or anything. We're still as broke as ever.. monetarily, anyway. And no, I didn't get another Monday…

  • To the Young Mom in Aisle 7

    I passed her several times in the grocery store, the young mother, as we both weaved our way up and down the aisles. She was dressed nice – she must have gotten off work, grabbed the kids from daycare and had to hit the store before heading home. She was tired – I could tell…

  • Something’s wrong here…

    Our oldest, Tommy, and his girlfriend, Kirby, came in last night. We had a fun evening – spent some time talking on the front porch… Tom fixed fajitas… Tommy mixed up some "Red-Headed Bitch" margaritas (the mix was one of Kirby's graduation gifts) that tasted a lot like cherry sno-cones… and then we watched a…