I knew George was drifting off by the pre-snoring breathing patterns coming from his side of the bed. At that moment, I felt a tickle on my cheek. Like something crawling across my pillow. It was probably just my hair, but still. Ewww. The thought of what it might be was too yucky to ignore. […]
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I’s gwine rite a po’m, yeh. I’s gwine rite wun now. I’s gwine rite a po’m jus’ Soon’s I figger out how. Welp. I should be doing lots of stuff right now. Fun stuff. Like, the bathrooms need to be cleaned. And the house vacuumed. And I am not being as disciplined as I would
Po’tree and, uh, yeah. Read More »
Luke and I drove to Dallas today with Grace. She flew out of DFW and will land in San Jose, Costa Rica at 9:45 PM this evening. For four weeks, she’ll be studying advanced Spanish and photography, living with a host family in their home, going on weekend outings to who-knows-where: the beach, the rain
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George talks in his sleep. Early in our marriage I discovered I could ask him questions, and he would answer. I realized this could potentially backfire on me, but only once did he say something that upset me. And when I confronted him about it the next day, he came up with a pretty good
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Tuesday morning the phone rang. My seester who lives in Connecticut was calling from my Nacogdoches sister’s house. She had come to Texas for a high school reunion in Dallas and was making the East Texas sister rounds. “Are you busy today?” she asked. My Nacogdoches sister had forgotten to call me and let me
When I was a child, my parents hired babysitters to stay with us quite regularly. Often it was only for an evening or maybe a weekend. But sometimes they’d leave for a week or longer. (For some reason, my parents had a need to get away from us. A mystery, I know.) A number of
I got my contract from the publisher. In addition to the two 1500-word stories, I’ve written two 250-word “tributes”, two ten-item lists, and will have four more short elements to compose. That will be a total of ten items in the book. Another author is also contributing ten items, and between us, that’s the whole
Surreality settles in, but reality remains. So I make room for both. Read More »
I grew up with a man whose heart is as tender as they come. I was a firecracker of a kid, and he knew just how to handle me. Mom was a fly-off-the-handle type. Big spanking and it’s all over. But not Dad. First he’d send me to my room. Then, after an appropriate pause,
The crazy-paced wedding weekend is over! And it all went great. The practice session on Thursday was a blast, b/c the violinist with the string quartet could do anything. The first time through the songs, he was perfect. So we just jammed and made it beautiful, and the bride was ecstatic. Then that night Grace
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“Can you play Trumpet Voluntary?” “Um, I don’t play trumpet. I play piano.” “My fiancee likes Trumpet Voluntary. She was wondering if you could maybe play it on the piano while she’s coming down the aisle..” “Well. I guess if I knew how it sounded, I could try to come as close as a piano
Two weeks before the wedding . . . Read More »