Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Remember when…
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…Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you… I loved you so – ‘twas Heaven here with you. ~Isla Paschal…
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Looking sharp in "business casual", he tucked his lunch into his backpack and headed out the door with Tom this morning before dawn. It's Daniel's first day at his post-college-graduation, adult-world job. He and Tom are carpooling right now until Daniel gets his own place in town. I stood there watching him as he grabbed…
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My Friday drifted away from me. I had a tight grip on it but then next thing I knew it was gone. It was one of those impulsive days… the kind where I start one thing and in the middle veer off onto something completely different… where I get a lot of little things done…
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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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I gripped Daddy's hand as we crossed the parking lot and stepped into the tall building. To my right and left tall counters rimmed the room but I ignored them; all of my attention was focused on the fountain straight ahead. We crossed the spacious lobby together. Daddy's bank business would wait – we had…
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For twelve years now I've trekked to the coast with friends for a much-needed respite from "routine". Two years ago, a beautiful weekend was made unforgettable: Laura Bush spent the night at the same condos we were staying in. I wrote about it (HERE), but didn't post the photos my friend Donna took with my camera of Laura…
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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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"I can't picture you in a hard hat," Bob from my church told me after reading "A View from a Catwalk". I've spent the last two days thumbing through thirteen years of photos in preparation for a DuPont reunion and thought of Bob every time I came across one of me in my hard hat.…
Long Hollow 