No Mean Girls resonates strongly within me. Although I grew up in a very ‘waspy’ (White Anglo Saxon Protestant) Midwestern city, I was fortunate to be born color blind – not seeing someone’s skin tone, but...
Read MoreLike our gardening friends to the north, we Texans have a winter when nothing grows, it’s called summer!!! Late summer is the toughest on the gardens, the gardener, and very few plants thrive in these here 100 degree days,...
Read MoreAs I journey on in life and have just passed the half-century milestone; and said good-bye to a few important people over the years as they passed on; I have pondered, “does life mean more to us because we all eventually die?”...
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You’ve already figured out that I love, love, love the Olympics. You know this because I can’t...
Read MoreSuicide: Then and Now The day was September 22, 1972, I was 13 years old and had just begun 9th grade in Lubbock, Texas. My mother, Ossie, who the year before had attempted suicide by shooting herself in the chest and narrowly...
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