Tiny essays on life, nature, grief and other things that catch my fancy in the Texas Hill Country. Here’s how it all got started.
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I feel like such a grownup. At my age. It’s all because of my new dishwasher.
Ah, Houston. Moved there in 1962. Left in 2009. Sort of. I still went back to work, for a while. Eventually, however, I came to call the Hill Country home. But I doubt it will ever outshine the bayou city.
Yesterday, I heard the sound of children laughing. I had to pause and listen. They were coming out for lunch, heading to the tables beneath the trees. One of them chased a squirrel. Another called out a shouted admonishment to stop.
