Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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A father's birthday celebration. A sick child. I was in limbo. The critters were fed, bills were paid, I was showered and dressed, ready to hit the road to Pasadena, but I just couldn't go out the door. Although the child is technically an adult, not living at home and there was really nothing I could do, for some…
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As a welder's helper for H.B. Zachry back in 1978, I learned alligator cooked in a welding rod hot box tastes a lot like chicken and that it's important to know who you are and have a tight grip on your values when submerged in a world of loose rules and questionable ethics. I was introduced to…
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All we really hoped for on this tenth anniversary of my "Lago Women, Etc." getaway to the coast was that everyone arrived safely. We knew, rain or shine, we'd have fun. Well, the weekend far surpassed my expectations, to say the least! Thanks to nine previous weekends like this, we have tons of unforgettable memories tucked away,…
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Take a cup of Lago,Add a dash of Deepwater,Stir in 2 Tbsp. Family.Pour mixture over a layer of beach sand, drizzle with sunscreen and margarita.Bake 4 days under the Gulf sun. Road trip!! I'm heading out for my yearly retreat to the coast. I'll be joined by some of my Lago women, my sister and niece, and a dear friend from…
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It's a soft morning…muted sunshine, a sky swirling in faded blues, pinks and grays, a whispering breeze that's not too warm, not too cold. My walk was quiet – just light birdsong, puppies panting and our mingled footsteps padding along the wet sand of our road. (Frankie has opted out of our morning walks lately…
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Plans for the weekend: Friday night - celebrate anniversary with TomSaturday – UT vs. UTEP game with Mary Kay and Joe; write; clean off desk; attend Lagopalooza fundraiser and, if time, catch Linton Mancilla at True GritsSunday – early Mass; grocery store; work-out; write Reality of the weekend: Friday night: celebrated anniversary with TomSaturday –UT vs.…
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A dance, a kiss, some conversation. That's how it all started, twenty-eight years ago tonight. When I walked into the club that long ago Friday night, pondering my lonely future, a dark cloud hovered over my head conjured by my dour thoughts. It's hard to imagine now, but there I was at twenty-two, already feeling so old. So…
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Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the…
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Aside from holidays, it's a rare day when I get to see all three of my kids. That's one of the down sides of this Empty Nest thing. And even holidays aren't a given anymore. But today is one of those rare, treasured days! I spent the whole day with Kendall, battling early morning Austin…
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The sun came out this afternoon. It drew me out to the porch, where I scratched puppy dogs' ears, admired the blue sky peeking through the oak tree branches, marveled at the greenness around me and at how quickly things had sprouted in our little front yard. I spend most of my day inside, in front of…
Long Hollow 