I always wander back this way hoping to find the same magic that was here in the beginning. Then I immediately feel like an asshole because I realize that the magic came from people actually checking in, writing, and sharing in this place. While I held out from FB and other social media sites for a good while, shaking my fist in the air and ( Read more... )

It's cold (relatively speaking) today after a few warm days. Yesterday we went to town wearing shorts, but tomorrow looks like it's back to sweaters and boots. Texas weather. Gotta love it. My wind chimes tell me that the wind is picking up and the front is moving in. The year has started off well, very well in fact. Last year was pretty ( Read more... )

It's been a rough month or so, but especially the last three weeks.  Three things happened.  First, we had to spend several thousand dollars (that we didn't have) on a new A/C system for the little house.  Second, the sweetest of my kitties almost died last week.  He's home now and doing better...still not completely out of the woods, but alive.  ( Read more... )

He apologizes for smelling like gasoline. She just smiles and says, "Don't worry about it ( Read more... )

This time he was leaving. He’d gone about doing it in his head often enough. He imagined next weekend without her, how he would tend his garden and flop into his hammock with a good book. His spirit, compressed from folding over itself again and again according to her needs, would slowly spread and take root in the bare patches of dirt he ( Read more... )

She is a tangle of accents and drawls from too many places as a kid. When she laughs, he hears New Orleans. When they fight, it’s the red dirt girl from her grandmother’s farm. Shopping brings out the Valley Girl; and when she’s sad, his heart breaks at the trace of Appalachia that clings to each resigned word. When she’s gone, he sits and ( Read more... )

I haven't had much to say of my own lately, especially not writing; but I've decided that the very least I can do is start the spring off with my tiny stories again. They aren't much, but a hundred words or so is better than nothing and it makes me feel like I'm doing something.

TuxtlaHe tells me he is going to Mexico and smiles. I watch his ( Read more... )

"You have a what?" she says to me ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about writing over the last few days...really thinking about it. Mostly, I've been wondering about the different reasons people write, and how they write--how much or little of their own voices creep into their printed words, what motivates them. I'm not thinking so much about journaling. I can certainly understand most of the ( Read more... )

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