My friends up north and on the east coast make fun of us in Texas because our seasons don’t have real big differences in temperatures or a fall leaves color change. I can agree with them to a point. Deal is cactus and mesquite just don’t bloom and change like the aspen and maples do. […]
The tree towered over our whole backyard, or at least it seemed. We would climb it to see out across the roof tops and into the far-away yards. It is the tree I remember most growing up, if I think about trees. We called it a China Berry tree, it was really a Chinese Tallow.
So often today folks go to church, have a cup of coffee, joke with some friends, sit and listen, then try to be the first in line at the Sunday lunch restaurant. Now of course there are a lot of folks who also get to church early, set up chairs, stay after and tear down.
I left the theatre wandering around the neighborhood nearby. I was transfixed on the characters from the movie. I was also in love. Not with a cute young girl from my high school class but the young girl in the movie. I was 17 and had emotions I did not understand and no one to
In 1968 I was 9. It was a simpler time back then, at least for a 9-year-old. No stress from too much television, no internet or video games, just life on life’s terms. That year an amazing film came out that captured my heart and mind, Oliver. The movie was a musical story about a
The woods across the street beckoned a call to the boys on the block. They gathered at our house and mounted up for their adventures into the deep woods. The gathering spot was the tallest tree. It is an unusually tall elm and for whatever reason, soil, water, sun, this tree soars above the rest.
The large wrapped boxes were immaculate, and fully taped to carefully conceal the presents. Our hopes as boys were for things we longed for, powerful things, things of adventure and masculinity. When we opened the presents and saw the wooden butt of a Red Ryder BB gun, or the familiar yellow of the Tonka
The streets are dark at 8:30 on this cool November night. The asphalt highway is just two-lanes and it seems narrow winding through the Appalachian Mountains on either side. There is a sense of peace to this area for me. I have come to love the people I have met here and their desire to