With all the talk about tomorrow's Royal Wedding, I decided to pull out a piece I wrote several years ago about my own nuptials. * I once heard an elderly neighbor say to a minister, "I'm ninety-six years old, and that was the loveliest wedding I've ever attended." This was not about the wedding. It … Continue reading The Not-Royal Wedding
That's the way it was on April 13, 2011. I wish I could say that's the way it is today. But Miss Q. says Mr. Wynne-Jones can go jump in the lake. She doesn't want to be the victim. She doesn't mind a few cuts and abrasions, and perhaps a hospital stay, but she has … Continue reading Miss Q. Responds
A friend recently made a comment that has stayed with me: "And on a good day our words can change those who read them." Some words I heard a week or so ago changed me. Or if they didn't exactly change me, they changed my way of thinking about a particular situation. A couple of … Continue reading Killing Miss Q.
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Write 500 words/ day on Molly: 0 Exercise 30 minutes / day: 1/4 Go to bed by 11:00 p.m.: 2/4 Detail: 1. Writing: Sunday night I received chapter 1 of a 4-part mystery that's being written by members of the local Sisters in Crime chapter. My job was to write chapter 2. That's what I … Continue reading AROW80 Sunday Report
Write 500 words/day on Molly: 0 - BUT today I printed out the entire original draft and partial revisions so I can get the big picture. I also wrote about 1500 words in blog posts and my section of a 4-part mystery. Go to bed by 11:00 p.m.: Ha! Exercise 30 minutes/day: Ha! Ha! I … Continue reading AROW80 Wednesday Report 2
Does anyone remember The American Girl magazine? The old one that was published by the Girl Scouts of America? My mother surprised me with a subscription the year I was nine. I was in my second year as a Brownie, but I didn't know the magazine existed until it landed in the mailbox with my … Continue reading Sincerely, Jonathan
Mama was livid. “Judge Dunne proposed and you refused him? Minna, I’ve been sewing your trousseau since Christmas. You said you had him hook, line, and sinker.” I did say that. But during six months of parlor-sitting with Milroy Dunne, I started thinking about Papa. When he was Colonel Veazey of the Texas Militia, he … Continue reading Minna
The tomatoes live. So does the pepper. It's a minor miracle. Sometime between Friday night and Saturday noon, the door to the bathroom, where the crops were hidden, was left open. I found the leaves on one side of the pepper in tatters. Notice how gracefully I employed the passive voice in the preceding sentence. … Continue reading Ranching I: Goat
Progress since Wednesday: Write 500 words a day on Molly: 0/0 Go to bed by 11:00 p.m.: 2/4 Exercise 30 minutes: 0/4 No excuses. One step forward: I realized what must be done to untangle a major snarl in the plot. If you'd like to see how others are doing, click here. Image by Burbank … Continue reading AROW80 Sunday Report 1
Although I don't mind reporting my progress, or lack of it, I do mind reporting it on my own blog, to be read by people who know me. Since Monday night, I've written over 1300 words. They don't apply to Molly, which was my intent, but they do apply. It's something. Regarding the goal about … Continue reading AROW80 Report
The woman on the left in the photograph above is my father's mother, Vida Maud Woodward Waller. On the left is his father's sister, Jessie Waller Meadows. The photo was taken, I believe, sometime before 1910. Aunt Jessie lived to be nearly ninety, so I knew her well. I didn't know my grandmother. She died … Continue reading Vida Woodward Waller
My promise to post daily in April having crashed and burned, I now set out on a new adventure: A Round of Words in 80 Days. I'm starting late, so my round will comprise only 73 days. But, as Huckleberry Finn says, that ain't no matter. A Round of Words in 80 Days bills itself … Continue reading The Pledge
I've decided: I'm going into farming. It was an impulsive decision, of course. Like all the others. On my way into HEB this morning, passing shelves packed with plants, I had a vision: homegrown tomatoes. Red, sweet, tart, fleshy, seedy, from-vine-to-table tomatoes. Real tomatoes. Bacon and tomato sandwiches. I selected two hardy specimens and set … Continue reading Working the soil