It is the Red-White-and-Blue summer of 1976. I am five years old. My parents are—I believe—off somewhere sorting out the details of their looming divorce, while my grandmother, Polly, takes me and my brothers swimming at a lake somewhere in either North or East Texas. I am five, so the details are unclear. What is... Continue Reading →
2017 Rookie of the Year for Cedar Hill: What I Learned My First Year and a Half as a Realtor
I received this award recently, but I haven’t shared with many people. It’s not because I wasn’t proud of or thankful for the recognition. I really just didn’t know what to think about it. Here, encapsulated a bit of ink on paper affixed to a wooden plaque, was a memento of my first year and... Continue Reading →
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And Also … Happy Mother’s Day to the Childless
I used to hide in my house on Mother’s Day. There was a deep grief and resentment that overcame me when I realized I wouldn’t have children. I couldn’t bear the joyful Mother’s Day wishes and random flowers thrust upon me by merchants or community members. Or the moments when someone was about to say... Continue Reading →
C. Dawn McCallum 