I belong to a small group in East Texas.  We are parents who dedicate a day a week to remember and pray for our children. We are a powerful band that lifts each other up as we are confronted with the various shades of judgement that arise when we make, what used to be, harmless…

I joined Hubs in California for a few days at the end of his trip hoping we’d find time to play… The first day though he was still finishing up his project so I decided to spend it with my film-maker son, Ian. Ian had just moved back to Sherman Oaks with Jenn; closer to…

I am not a fan of this platitude, ‘Prayers are answered in God’s time, not ours.’ It is, for me, a very unsettling group of words. It brings to mind an interminable wait…not dissimilar to Vladimir and Estragon’s in Samuel Becket’s tragicomedy about the human condition, Waiting for Godot. They worry out loud whether they…

As an empty nester my house is always clean and picked up. Last week I returned home from subbing at school and was quite taken aback when I walked into my closet to find clothes and shoes strewn on the floor as if I’d turned into Daughts and changed my outfit several times before breakfast!…

Charlie loves to run in the water along the verges of Rigsby and recently there’s been plenty for her to charge through kicking up a spray and snapping at the droplets, even breaking ice on particularly chilly mornings when she catches up with me as I venture out well bundled. Some of the culverts have…

Anyone who voluntarily waits outside the DMV in the cold and rain with her daughter must truly love her. That’s how I felt yesterday when Paris decided, no matter the wait or the weather, she was going to get her address changed on her license. There was a glitch, apparently a wrong number perhaps, that…

One of my film-maker son’s cards last year, sent in November, had a thankful note to it. He wrote: “This month I’ve come to appreciate the things I’ve inherited from you (and Dad) but you in particular because this is your card. “I learned how to write from you and I really can appreciate my…

There is a dog who lives at the veterinarian’s house along the paved side of Rigsby Lane. It is the home of the donkeys. There are horses and cows and recently added, a Shetland pony, but it’s the donkeys that catch my attention… unless the dog is out. She is a pretty, grey, Australian shepherd….

Our calico cat, Callie, has been with us for going on five years now. She adopted us when she was about two.  She had been left behind when her owners moved out of the apartments we moved into in Garland.  When we accepted a house-sitting position in Florida we had to take her to the…

I do so love the snow; I always have. Very occasionally we would have a white Christmas in London and when we did my holiday was made. I suppose living in the city with public transportation made travel easier in regards to not having to personally worry about slippery roads, poor visibility, perished pedestrians and…