REPOST: Originally published on KC Beach Scribbles, 29 March 2019 It’s early spring—wildflower season in Texas. This is our answer…
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…
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.…
Leaving Davis Mountains: Arriving at a New Piece of Self.
I chose to drive south from my sad little boondocking grounds and make the “U” to Fort Davis going south…
Moon Jelly Tide
A few days ago, we walked the beach on a cool, cloudy day. Moon jellies lay splattered about every fifty…
Islands:
When my husband and I bought our first home, it was with the conviction that it was our last home.…