I struck out on the no-wake branch of Lake Ray Hubbard, pushing my new touring kayak, Sofie, out of ankle-deep…
Tiny Treasures on Follet’s Island
REPOST: Originally published on KC Beach Scribbles, 29 March 2019 It’s early spring—wildflower season in Texas. This is our answer…
Beautiful Obfuscation: Looking Through Fog Toward Joy
REPOST: Originally published on KC Beach Scribbles, 13 February 2020. It is winter well and good here in Surfside Beach,…
Hyper-Independence: Waiting for the Thaw
Ice is pattering softly on Blanche’s roof. I dread having to walk Sam today and I worry my little egg…
Surfside Symphony, First Movement: Pianissimo and Forte
Originally Posted to KC Beach Scribbles, Jan. 2, 2019 The big blind dog, the husband, and I sit in the…
The Point of Trees
I want to climb this tree. This tree sits in the middle of the quiet (for now) loop in which…
Lake Whitney, TX: Receiving Memory as Healing
The lake rolls, and a distant boat’s attenuated wake sucks gently at the limestone shore. The last tufts of cottonwood…
Birds & Broken Hearts. Pelicans & Productivity.
(Top left clockwise: Least Bittern, Barn Owl, Starling nestling, Second year, Brown pelican, Ruddy duck female) “Here I am. Here…
Night Shift: The Anxiety of Staying Put
Last night, the world was silent, still, and dark in the state park I camped in with Sammy, Blanche, and…
Wandering: Into the Earth and Out Again.
I am wandering with slight aim. I have a goal of going to Dallas, but beyond that, I am uncertain.…