Christmas Gifts, Then and Now

Wednesday, November 10, 1993 Dear Mother and Daddy, It is another cool, grey day with a promise of sun – typical late fall in Dallas. Thank you so much for the 12 days of Christmas glasses. They are so pretty and will help us remember the lyrics. After 8 Maids ‘a...

I’ve been a good dog

Dear Santa, I was a good dog this year. Every morning, I made sure that Keith and Carole got up early, and I took Carole for her walk. Then I helped with leftovers from breakfast and lunch. All day, I guarded the house, growled and barked at intruders: delivery...

Christmas Cookies

At Christmastime, many of us decorate our homes and offices, send greetings, visit family and give gifts more than usual. My children and I always baked cookies to thank teachers, neighbors, friends and colleagues. After my children left the nest, holiday cookie...

Community

Last weekend, Keith and I had lunch at Wild Wolf’s newly opened restaurant, part of  “the Brew Ridge Trail”. The service was attentive in mid-afternoon and atmosphere comfortable on the enclosed porch of a renovated old school house. I sampled a flight of five...

Writing in a Fog

One morning last week, we woke in a fog, the grey, socked-in, can’t-see-much-beyond-your-nose kind. Fog is underrated, I thought. Cocooned like this, it’s just the work and me. No gazing dreamily at the Three Peaks’ beautiful painterly colors and the Rockfish...