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Spring Break 1994, Elsa and I went camping. This was our last spring break as students, since we were both completing our master's degrees in education that year. I had already started working as a long-term substitute teacher in the school district where Elsa and I had met and become friends in the late '80s.... Continue Reading →
Some holidays are so much like all the other holidays that they run together with the other ones in a big holiday soup. It's difficult to distinguish one from the next. This late-20th-century selfie was not from one of those holidays. I'm posing here with my brother, Tracy. This was the Thanksgiving that my half-sister,... Continue Reading →
Who doesn't love a Santa Selfie? I remember explaining to this particular Santa what I wanted to do because the term selfie didn't exist yet. "Can I take a picture of us together, but, you know the kind where someone holds the camera out like this, and the picture is just two big faces?"... Continue Reading →
You're at a museum and a piece catches your eye. You stop and read the description only to find that it's called "Untitled." Maybe you feel ripped off. Maybe you think the artist was slacking off. Maybe you're annoyed that the creator couldn't give you just a little more, a simple name for what this... Continue Reading →
Oh, Alice. How many times have I picked up this project over the past 30 years? Yes, it's been that long since I first met you through the journal you kept in the 1880s and early 1890s. Later as a woman in her late 30s, I met with you again through your 1866 journal, where... Continue Reading →
If you haven’t peeked into Main Street Pickers at 408 N. Main Street in Duncanville, you should. Nick Nichols, has a created a space full of treasures, ranging from antiques to mid-century-modern furniture to quirky pieces you won’t find anywhere else. He also features some local artists such as Tomas Artiga and Gene Gregory. After Nick retired... Continue Reading →
We packed your bag today. I told you the stories of when I went to where you are going now. The deep, dark woods of life. I told you about the night I got cold and hungry and found a bears' house to sleep. About the time your uncle and I left breadcrumbs to the... Continue Reading →
“I may yet be worthy of the name of woman, in the purist and noblest sense. Yes, I will be if resolution and perseverance can accomplish anything.” Alice Marshall Finch, May 1866 This is a line from my great-great grandmother’s journal. She was 18 or 19 when she wrote this and living near Richmond, Virginia.... Continue Reading →
I spent about half an hour gazing at the Sphinx that’s a part of the British Musuem's internationally touring “The Body Beautiful in Ancient Greece” exhibition now at the Dallas Museum of Art (through October 6, 2013). I had seen the exhibit a few weeks ago and dutifully read all the descriptions and spent time... Continue Reading →
For over 50 years, one family has called 906 Stillmeadow Road their home. But it was long before the first brick was laid that the man who designed the home, Dr. Ben Moore dreamed of the French-provincial-style house on the corner. A second generation Oak Cliffer, Dr. Moore began plans for making this home... Continue Reading →
I spent a little time browsing through the journal I kept during the month I had an apartment in Galway. The first week, I was solo; the second week, my friend Janne and I toured about; the last two weeks, our husbands joined us. Flipping through I found plenty of bulleted lists of what I did.... Continue Reading →
[Novel] Waves: Relived by Mensha’s presence, the villagers walked toward the fountain like they had for the past 233 Great Seasons of the Tree. Only they didn’t go for the morning greetings anymore. No chatter and laughter. Now they went to see what hands were left, to see who was still alive. Read more: https://amzn.to/2IzjUOl... Continue Reading →
[Novel] The Caretaker of Tree Palace: Gentle only half-believed his song as they flew up the slope. Fear of not seeing their tree ever again made her wings pump harder. She must find out and see for herself. She hoped her tree remained, its branches open and waiting. How many spring times ago had she... Continue Reading →
[Novel] Waves: A tiny crack opened in the road in front of Mia. She jumped over it and looked around. Gerlain wasn’t here again this morning, for the third time this week. He said it scared him to sleep in the tents, but the wilderness where he spent his nights seemed a lot scarier than... Continue Reading →
The Waking Tree: “She didn’t have to look around to know how the snakes slithered in the colorless darkness, down the walls, across the tan shag carpet and up onto the canopy that hung sheer and light above her bed.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2PckbcE Check out my Amazon Author page for some great deals on my... Continue Reading →
[Novel] Waves: People looked around for Mensha. Had she gone missing in the night? Mia held her breath. She was tired of the old woman staring at her all the time. But that’s not right. I can’t think things like that. Read more: https://amzn.to/2IzjUOl Check out my Amazon Author page for some great deals on... Continue Reading →
