Long Hollow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: Poetry

  • Surprises…

        “God put us here, on this carnival ride. We close our eyes never knowing where it'll take us next.”  ~Carrie Underwood   There are good surprises, and there are bad surprises. Years ago I met a woman who impressed me with her beauty and bubbly personality. I didn't know her well, and haven't…

  • Reaching for the Stars, Dancing in the Gutters

          Looks like the sun found its way out of That dark cloud that keeps following me around At least for today I've got a ray of hope   I've opened doors and I've burned some bridges I'm still looking for my fairy tale ending There’s a lot of time left before the…

  • Frances Nail

      Today I went to a friend's Facebook page to wish her a happy 90th birthday, and that's how I found out author/artist Frances Nail passed away, sometime before Christmas. So she probably didn't see the note I scrawled on my Christmas card to her…"I hope to see you in the coming year!" If she did,…

  • Baby Girls

      Baby girls twirl into your life a sweet pink rush of kisses and hugs and giggles, petticoats and tiaras, soccer cleats and mudpies, baby dolls and bicycles, makeup and skinned knees, spitfire and swallowed tears. They're a wonder to behold,  an ever-changing blessing.        At 6:59 pm, twenty-two years ago this evening,…

  • Five Things on Friday

    1.   We stopped by the little pond on our walk this morning. I noticed that when the puppies waded in and drank from pond, drops of reflected sunshine splattered across the surface. It was magical!   2. I did it. I registered for Real Estate School today. I scheduled the classes (which begin next…

  • Wild Turkey and other sweet!s

    Belle and Max dashed off in the direction of a dry pond this morning on our walk, triggering a loud commotion as a mama wild turkey flew for the safety of a tree on the other end, squawking the whole way. Half a dozen small turkey-ettes followed her…squeaking, more than squawking. Of course, it could…

  • Hard Times Require Furious Dancing

    (photo by Deborah Barrett) I love dancing. Nevermind the therapeutic benefits, both mental and physical. When I hear certain beats and rhythms, I really can't sit still. If nothing else, my toe will be dancing. What I love almost as much as dancing is getting others out on the dance floor with me, getting them…

  • Sea of Grass

        Surrounded by bare branches so still I could believe they are doodles on a pencil-smudged-gray sky, I stand in a sea of grass that bows down, unmoving, waiting.  The earth holds its breath.        Fence posts lean like old men, weathered gray and full of stories.          I'm still collecting…

  • Good China, Grown-up Kids, and other sweet!s

      I fell in love with this china and crystal soon after I fell in love with Tom, back in the days when brides-to-be always registered for beautiful table settings that would probably spend more time in a china cabinet than gracing a table.  Even though I can count on one hand the number of…

  • There will come a day…

      There will come a day when I will want to dance, but my feet will stumble.  So I will dance today. There will come a day when I'll want to help, but my hands will fumble. So I will help today. There will come a day when I will want to say "I love…