I am happy to report a pleasing development: The ramp from TX SH 130 to TX SH 71 at Austin has a sign reading "Merge Right," when it should say, "Merge Left." After the second time we passed it, David emailed the government agency in charge of highway signs and told them about the … Continue reading E Is for Error, Correction Pending: #atozchallenge
Probably no one man should have as many dogs in his life as I have had, but there was more pleasure than distress in them for me except in the case of an Airedale named Muggs. He gave me more trouble than all the other fifty-four or -five put together, although my moment of keenest … Continue reading D Is for Stinky, Ruffy, and a Dollop of Muggs*: #atozchallenge
The following article, first published here on November 26, 2017, focuses on one of the most Shocking Crimes in the annals of our nation, and on the three Heroic Felines who helped Investigators Crack the Case. *** Muffy, Puffy, and Sybil-Margaret "Pud-Pud" Poff Cleared of All Wrongdoing, FBI Reports Three cats suspected of helping owner … Continue reading C Is for Current Events Redux + Updates: #AtoZChallenge
A story from my friend the high school business teacher: A student in her bookkeeping class asked what arrears means. Said the teacher, "It means you're behind." And twenty-five shocked teenage faces stared in profound silence. *** I'm behind. Nothing new. I don't live a hurry-up-and-wait existence; mine is wait-and-hurry-up. The condition won't be … Continue reading B Is for Behind: #atozchallenge
Anne Tyler has done it again. The last time I wrote about her, I was in a snit. She'd killed off my favorite character halfway through the novel I was reading, and I was not happy. I'm writing this time because she's made me laugh. The book is Vinegar Girl, a retelling of Shakespeare's The … Continue reading A Is for Anne Tyler: #atozchallenge
My most memorable Artist’s Date? I’m writing about it today at Ink-Stained wretches. It’s probably not what you think.
M. K. Waller
- by M. K. Waller
Last week, Fran Paino described how family obligations can keep a writer from writing. My post describes an experience that happened several years ago. It’s similar to Fran’s–and at the same time, very different.
In her book The Artist’s Way, Julia Cameronintroduces the Artist’s Date–a weekly solo “adventure to feed the soul and allow for continued creativity.” In other words, artists–including writers–need to play. At a writers’ retreat in Alpine, Texas, author Karleen Koen led students through a whole week of play. Returning home, I vowed to incorporate the Artist’s Date into my writing life.
It wouldn’t be difficult. Central Texas affords plenty of places to play: Longhorn Cavern State Park at Burnet, lavender fieldsin the Hill Country, the Elizabet Ney Museum, the Umlauf Sculpture Garden, and the Japanese Garden at Zilker Park, in Austin are…
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In Huntsville, Texas last weekend for the screening of David's short film "Blood Bank" at the Prison City Film Festival. More on that later. For now, a highlight of our Saturday afternoon mosey around town: the Museum of Texas Furniture. The museum was closed, but we got some shots of the metal sculptures behind … Continue reading Moseying Around Huntsville, Texas
Dear March — Come in — How glad I am — I hoped for you before — Put down your Hat — You must have walked — How out of Breath you are — Dear March, Come right up the stairs with me — I have so much to tell — I got your … Continue reading Emily Dickinson: Dear March – Come In
Those who'll play with cats must expect to be scratched. ~ Miguel de Cervantes Some consequences you can predict. Some you can't predict. Some you should predict but don't. It's the last of the three that'll get you. I had just read a brief bio in my memoir class and turned to leave the lectern, … Continue reading Just Like Audrey, Almost
Some days I’m not the brightest porch light on the block. Last Saturday, for instance. For the story, read on . . .
by M. K. Waller
Friday evening David said, “Should I wake you at nine tomorrow?” and I said, “Why?” because I never know what day it is, and he said, “You’re going to Saturday writing practice at the Yarborough library,” and I said, “At the Yarborough,” and he said, “Yes, the Yarborough,” and I said, “The Yarborough, the Yarborough.
So the next morning I sat in the parking lot of the Twin Oaks library for nine minutes, until I knew it was open, because I didn’t want to wait outside and freeze, and at one minute after ten, I went inside and found the meeting rooms dimly lit and empty, and I said to myself, “The Yarborough.”
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Nov. 26: Ordered quilt online; multi-cat design; not quilt in picture, and not cat either Nov. 27: Received email confirmation; processing time 5-7 days; everything handmade and impeccably "sawn"; hoped quilt would be more impeccable than proofreading Dec. 1, 4, 7, and 8: Received emails re more quilts available for order Dec. 10: Received … Continue reading This Emptor Should Have Caveated
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I usually finish a book before sharing, but this one is such fun that even though I've read only six pages, I can't wait. The Daily Express (UK) highly recommends it, too. ***** Background: One-hundred-year-old Allan Karlson and his younger friend, Julius Jonsson, bored with frittering away the millions they brought from Sweden in … Continue reading Jonas Jonasson: The Accidental Further Adventures of the 100-Year-Old Man
Some people scorn a cat and think it not an essential; but the Clemens tribe are not of these. ~ quoted in "UC's Bancroft Library celebrating Mark Twain," San Francisco Chronicle, Oct. 2, 2008 * That sort of interference in behalf of abused animals was a common thing with her [Twain's mother] all her life; and … Continue reading Mark Twain’s Mother: What We Have in Common–They Followed Us Home
Packing up treasures, I came across Benjamin Bunny hiding in the corner of a china closet. I was surprised, because Benjamin Bunny doesn't usually hide. My mother gave me Benjamin for Christmas after she heard me extol his virtues. (I was nearly forty at the time.) Benjamin is brave and bold. While Peter Rabbit is … Continue reading Benjamin Bunny, My Hero