I have made multiple versions of this blog entry. They have ranged from near-confessional to raging to optimistic. I’m not…
Timing and Truth: Hearing the Voices That Matter
Sometimes, it just isn’t the right time. During my thesis defense, committee members said, “Get it out there. Move on.”…
Moving On: Letting Go of My PFD
Repost: Originally Published 2 January 2022 I’ve been parked in Las Cruces, NM for a month as I did minor…
Gnarly Bark: What Grows Through Adversity
This Texas Live Oak, looking sickly and wounded, having shed most of her leaves earlier than her cohorts, and stunted…
To Be Empty: No Anchor, Floating With Cargo
TW: This was written in a deep depression. The storage room at the coast is empty. The physical cargo has…
Lifting the Anchor: Unmooring from the Past
When I left the Upper Texas coast this time last year, I left behind a storage room full of my…
Navigating Texas Storms
Oh, these storms—literal and metaphorical. The shift in temperature and the salt air has come on the heels of increasing…
Home in Blanche—From Under the Avalanche
Southeast Texas has greeted me with heavy rains and heavier traffic. I’m having an asthma attack from weeds and mold…
Fading to Fall in Surfside Beach
REPOST: Originally published on KC Beach Scribbles, 24 September 2019. A little late on the repost. I was busy. I…
When Pelicans Peli-can’t: Rescuing Wildlife With Wonderful People on Follet’s Island
REPOST: Originally published on KC Beach Scribbles, 11 August 2019 When I was a child, the Brown Pelican was listed…