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Category: Remember when…
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Back in 9th grade, before driver's licenses and promise rings, Larry and I went steady. He wrapped my house and wrote me notes, gave me a corsage and escorted me onto the football field at halftime as part of the Homecoming Court, sat in the backseat with me while his brother's friend shuttled us to…
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I was around three, my brother Donnie eight, when I spotted the mysterious box on the edge of our driveway. I can picture Donnie approaching it, picture his shocked face, hear him scream "Run!" as the snakes, dozens and dozens of them, poured out of the box, slithering down the sides and along the ground after us.…
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I borrowed a couple of my mom's photo albums recently, intending to scan all of the photos into my computer. I've mostly just shuffled that good intention from one to-do list to another, but today I took my first "baby" steps in that direction while posting these "milestone" birthdays of mine…the youngest photos are from her albums. In…
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Suffocation. Blindness. That's how despair feels. It blinds you to all light, hope, faith, joy and love. Things your spirit needs for survival just as your physical body needs air. I felt it years and years ago, remember the darkness all around me, like I had stumbled into a cave, cold, clammy, void of all light…
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There came a time in high school when I was tossed out of my comfortable social nest. The group I had identified with for years…clung to like a raft in the treacherous middle and high school seas…wrapped around myself like a safe (I thought) cocoon…well, they decided one day that I just didn't belong with them anymore. I racked my…
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I kissed my baby goodbye outside of the Lufthansa terminal in Houston on Friday. A yucky cold rain fell on us all the way to the airport. I think it helped to subdue the girls' excitement, but couldn't wash it away completely. I could sense it bubbling in my van all the way there,…
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More from this past weekend in Houston… First…my parents are kitten-sitting! Fifi is my nephew's kitten (his girlfriend named it.) While he's in Montana working, Fifi's hanging out with Mama and Daddy. It only took a few 'here kitty-kitty"s for her to venture from her hiding place and check me out. Before too long, I was scratching…
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Last night I was drunk in Vegas, getting suckered in by a sidewalk hustler, even putting my football team on the line. I guess I should make it clear I was playing a part in my classmate's screenplay, having a blast getting into this middle-aged pushy tough guy character. I had two other parts to read,…
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We've had some absolutely beautiful weather lately – the kind that calls to you to get outside, away from the computer, or the dishes, or the laundry. But seriously, we need some rain! Need proof? Our pond, that first February… Our pond, fourteen years later (two weeks ago)… Since that first year, it's often…
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It's funny. I pass by the bowl ten times a day, but I didn't realize it had become invisible to me until I wrote the post about scouting the other day. I remember where it rested prominently on Hester's headboard-shelf, within easy reach once she was restricted to bed after breaking her hip. I remember her telling me…
Long Hollow 