The clock was bearing down on midnight of a day that already seemed 86 hours long when Tony and I crossed into Welch, the once booming...
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Snoring makes me an irrational, seething, rage-filled lunatic. My husband, Tony, fell asleep on the couch over the weekend when we were...
The words we speak conjoined with the tone with which we deliver them can either be a force that inspires good feelings and open hearted...
I was awake before the alarm, determined to make the morning as easy as possible for my girl. My daughter was entering a school for the...
“You Can’t Control the Wind but You Can Adjust Your Sails” Between the stay at home orders and the frozen tundra which shutdown most of...
Raucous laughter danced with the pulsating drums of Phil Collins as the party stretched well past midnight. I briefly worried that our...
I hate Winnie the Pooh. My husband, Tony, is to blame for the ill-will. Tony is many a splendid thing; hard-working, loyal, loving...
Ok, I have a confession. I’m not gonna lie . . . Mother’s Day weekend has hit me smack dab in the heart since 1979. The pain of losing my...
I am in the process of finding an agent for my memoir manuscript. It is hard. It is filled with a rejection – a lot of rejection...
If there is one significant outcome of surviving the pandemic and the Texas ice storm of the century – for me it has been this: the desire...