Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Of Life and Love
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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…
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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…
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"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,…
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Autumn behaved itself that year, arriving right on time, just at the end of September, bringing T-shirt-warm days and sweater-cool nights, perfect for snuggling in a sleeping bag with someone on the beach, staring up at a star-studded night sky. Perfect weather for New Braunfel's Wurstfest, with a night breeze chilly enough to believe it…
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Thank you for the love you have for each other, a love that has survived life's firing, its ups and downs, joys and heartbreaks. That looks past each other's idiosyncrasies and irritations into your hearts where love lies, releasing it to color everything you do with affection and patience. Thank you for your strength,…
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"…and you need a helping hand. And nothing, nothing is going right…" "Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there…" I covered for our church secretary yesterday afternoon so she could keep a doctor's appointment. It doesn't pay much, but sitting in her chair even for a short time…
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The last two chapters of Dominique Browning's memoir Slow Love prove she's a talented writer. They're poetic, original, descriptive, wistful and hopeful. A true joy to read. However, if I hadn't promised to finish reading her memoir before writing this review for the BlogHer Book Club, I would have tossed it aside after the first few…
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1. Rain on my windshield! Before heading to Houston yesterday, I swung downtown to drop some things off for TG on campus, and I heard an unusual sound… raindrops on my car! And then it actually rained on me all the way to Smithville or LaGrange. It wasn't enough to wash the dust from…
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A call that wakes you in the morning rarely bears good news. The call that woke me yesterday let me know a dear friend's husband had died. He had some health issues (who doesn't by the time you hit your 50's?) but nothing that warned her that a day we all dread and hope never…
Long Hollow 