If you have never been to the Texas hills at the end of May, when they are cleansed with rain and music rings in the empty places between the trees, come with me now. “Welcome home, y’all!” a friendly woman calls from the ticket booth. We notice signs posted about the Kerrville cats—please take one […]
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Let me relate this spring to you as an imaginary ballet. It begins in the past. A mother holds her blond toddler’s hand as they skip through crowds of adults who stop to pat his head, smile, blow kisses. In an instant, the child grows into a tween. Most of the grown-ups grow indifferent. A […]
Recently I passed a sign at a nearby recreation center that read: “BALLET BELLY DANCING CLASS!” A tiny remembering part of me lit up inside, whispering, “Maybe you should sign up.” Simultaneously, every other part of me screamed, “Absolutely not! You’d be miserable with embarrassment!” That wee whispering part of me was born the first […]
We bought it because Aunt Debbie cautioned, “Buy a house you could live in forever. Look at me.” It was large for two, but we’ve grown to fit inside its sheltering walls. These baby boys, now big and burrowed deep in my heart, came home here. They’ve gone to play with Granddaddy today, and, strangely, […]
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