The Shoe Lady

Older women can teach us a lot if we just watch and listen. Sometimes they set out to teach a lesson, and sometimes it just happens. I’m pretty sure the Shoe Lady didn’t intend to instruct anybody in the fine art of shopping when she rolled out of bed that morning,...

A Morning Salutation

Fall officially arrives later this week, but I’m not quite finished with summer yet. Apparently, at least one other living thing isn’t either! The brown paper bag of pecans I gathered from a riverbank sat ignored on a shelf for months until, admitting to...

Rain Gypsies

It’s been a long dry summer for me, literally as well as creatively. After more than two months with no rain at all, the thunderstorm finally came this morning, and my first cup of coffee and I were on the back porch by 6:15. Half a cup later, I gave in to the...

A Texan’s Take on Fall

Ya’ll cold yet? After all, we’re almost halfway into the fall season, which means winter will be here in about six weeks. Oh, wait–I just remembered. We’re talking about Texas. There’s nothing more confusing about Texas than its weather...

Ford’s Place

Right before Father’s Day, one of my favorite memories of my father– About once a month, always on a Sunday morning, my father announced he was going to Ford’s place and did I want to come. I’d hurry to get dressed for church, for the trip had to be...

My Serious Side

I love to laugh at life, but some things you just can’t laugh at. Sometimes I’ll remember some event from long ago, and it stops me in my tracks. Sometimes a chance encounter with a stranger in a parking lot does the same. Both can bring on a sudden...

K-What? Billy Who?

I have a much younger friend who is crazy about K-Pop. That’s not a new breakfast cereal, folks, although a few crumbled-up Pop Tarts couldn’t do anything but improve the taste of Special K, which we all know is reconstituted, ground-up cardboard. K-Pop is...

Long Distance Romance

A comment on last week’s post got me to thinking more about the good old days of landline communication and the challenges that came with it. For instance, there was the three-minute limit on long distance calls. You could talk longer, but Ma Bell charged a lot...

One Writer Explained, Maybe

Sometimes people (including me) wonder why I choose to be a writer. After all, there are less mind-numbing, less frustrating activities and certainly more healthy ones. A brisk ten-minute walk is sure to trump a two-hour writing session, especially one fueled by...

My Muse Is Not Amused

Sometimes the writing muse perches on one’s shoulder and whispers sweet words into a grateful ear, and sometimes she stays out all night and sleeps all day. Yesterday my muse slept in, or perhaps, miffed at me for neglecting her for a couple of weeks, she packed...

The Dewberry Rebel

One of my earliest memories recently came to mind, brought to the surface by the abundance of rain in our area of the Texas Hill Country this year. As a country girl, I grew up about about eighty-five miles southeast of where I live now, almost within seeing distance...

G.G. and the Possums

In honor of Mother’s Day last week, I have decided to cut my adult daughters some slack. Instead of groaning about the myriad odd little things they do to keep me on my toes, make sure I don’t die of boredom, and reinforce my desire to run off to Tahiti, I...

My Graph Paper Goat

Today the Goat and I spent the entire morning sanding the floor of the front porch prior to repainting it, and I am thankful for two things: 1) power tools, and 2) the fact that sanding the porch didn’t require graph paper like building it did. Generally the...

Laundry: Foiled Again

All our children are grown and out of the house, so it seems that the Goat and I should have a lot less laundry than when five of us lived here. Not so. All of our hobbies involve dirt in one form or another so we always have a pile of clothes by the washer. At the...

Broom Straw Cake

As soon as I was tall enough to reach the countertop, I made dessert once or twice a week while my mother took her afternoon reading break. My favorite was chocolate cake with chocolate icing, especially the old-fashioned cooked- fudge type that can set up in the pan...

Biting the Blog Bullet

Think back to any old Western movie you ever saw. Chances are, one of the characters took a bullet or an arrow in the chest, and his life hung in the balance. Chances are, another character volunteered to dig the object out and save the man’s life. This...

Growing Up in Saggy Bottom

Saggy Bottom, Texas, is one of my favorite places on earth. That’s because I made it up as the setting in my novel, Saggy Bottom Blues. But the little town isn’t entirely fictitious. I grew up in a place a lot like Saggy Bottom, and if you want to read my...