We have a fountain. It gurgles. The gurgling is supposed to remind the cats to drink. We installed it in the living room. The Quality always have a fountain in the living room. It works but doesn't fulfill its original purpose. Ernest was skeptical. When he stuck his paw into the water, we knew he'd … Continue reading It Ain’t the Trevi, but It’s Ours
Yesterday I shared a Juneteenth memory--roasting ears. Today I'm sharing memories of two more foods that made June special. The first is even better than roasting ears: watermelon, which is grown around Luling, ten miles from my hometown. Corn could be frozen for use any time, but when I was a child, watermelon made you w-a-i-t. … Continue reading More Memories of June 19: What the Angels Eat
On June 19th, I wrote about the official Juneteenth holiday. Today I'm sharing a memory that surfaces every year when June 19 comes around. In my corner of the world, Juneteenth marks the time corn is ripe and ready to eat. Although most people prefer sweet corn, my family ate field corn--roasting ears, commonly pronounced … Continue reading Memories of July 19: Ros’nears
On June 18, I didn't turn my laptop on. At all. I got out of bed, trekked up to Central Austin for a mammogram, came back home, picked up a book, and read from roughly 11:30 a.m. till midnight. The mammogram was nothing to speak of, but the rest of the day was lovely. I … Continue reading What You Can Do When You Don’t Turn on Your Computer
Today is Juneteeth, the holiday commemorating the announcement of the end of slavery in Texas. Because it was relatively isolated from the rest of the Confederacy and had not been a battleground, and because word traveled slowly, news of war and politics known in other Confederate states was slow to reach Texas. News of Lee's … Continue reading Juneteenth
A post from my friend Shan Jeniah–
I’m about to write a post I don’t want to write, and which I’ve put off writing for most of the day.
My reservation is a bit of a mystery to me…but I think it goes back to attitudes impressed upon me in childhood. About how it’s somehow a failure to ask for help, or maybe even to need help.
But I do need help.
A year ago, my husband and I were well on our way to launching a successful cottage industry selling his artisanal hot sauces. It was something that had been a passion of his even longer than I was – I remember him telling me that he wanted to marry flavor and heat way back when we were only dating, and I really had no idea that he would be my husband in a matter of months.
He went through all the legal steps to be…
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