Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Remember when…
-
The drop was made in a pull-off area of the highway. I pulled up next to the white SUV, slid open the side door of the van and handed over the shoebox and white file box containing twenty years of history. Next, I dug around in my purse for the checkbook and two envelopes of checks,…
-
Several years ago, I lost the diamond out of my grandmother's ring. At night. In my dirty van. When I realized it was missing, I started praying, grabbed a flashlight, and started examining every bit of debris I came across buried in that nappy carpet. One piece glistened brighter than the others. I found the…
-
An email from my friend Nancy this morning reminded me how quickly our lives can change….she's a teacher in a tiny 1A district southeast of San Antonio. One of her students was killed in a car accident last night. Her daughter came upon the scene in another car just minutes later. She had just been telling…
-
The puppy was weak and scared - it takes a while to recover if you go two weeks without eating, and I didn't even want to imagine what he had encountered in his young life to make him so scared of venturing away from the house to the road. But Charly was counting on our walk. "C'mon, puppy, it'll be…
-
One of the best things about my boys being in scouts was meeting and hanging out with the other parents – really a bunch of awesome, interesting, fun people who ended up being some of our best friends. It was through our boys and scouts that I became friends with Kim, one of my "Jersey girls". The boys got older and out of…
-
According to our friend's GPS program, our house doesn't exist. No matter how he typed in our address…"Adrian Way", "Adrian Boulevard"…it said there was no such place. I knew we lived in a beautiful place…even magical at times…but I guarantee it's not Narnia or Oz. Our mail gets delivered, for goodness sakes. Granted, it's put in a…
-
"The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares." (Henri Nouwen) I wanted to go to a funeral…
-
This has been one of those odd weeks that has zoomed by and yet simultaneously seemed to last forever. Weather-wise, it started with fog, which made way for ice, but ultimately the sunshine won out. Emotion-wise, it's been a week of highs and lows as well. At the end of the week, like a glowing beacon, a…
-
I miss reading just for fun, what I want, and for as long as I want. Right now there are twenty more pages of the third (partial) screenplay I need to read and critique before tomorrow night waiting for me on the kitchen table, and then I need to work on my own, but I needed a…
-
Friday was summer…sunshine, shorts, sweat, air-conditioning in the car. Saturday was winter…gray skies, biting wind, bundle up, heater on. Sunday is a compromise. Yesterday Tom and I met friends downtown at the Home and Garden Show, hoping for more Garden than we found. While the show was a bit of a let-down, it was fun…
Long Hollow 