Five Festive Traditions of My Wacky Family

Tellin’ Stories

Five Festive Traditions of My Wacky Family

You may think we hang upside down from the rafters at Christmas, or throw purple socks in the air for New Year’s.

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Voting From Abroad

As the November 2018 Senate and House of Representatives elections in the U.S.A. approach, we are again struggling to vote from abroad. So it’s time to send this blog out again!

Tellin’ Stories

My fingers tremble, my breath rasps.  I flex my thigh muscles and prepare to leap . . . do the long jump . . . go far . . . over the ocean to reconnect with my people, my roots, my dirt.

But first, there’s this little thing called bureaucracy:

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The World Through The Hole in a Hanging Sock

The World Through the Hole in a Hanging Sock

 

UNITED STATESIAN LAUNDRY CULTURE

 

Texas, 1996, a rural location

My dad stared at our laundry line.  “We used to do that.”

#NationalDogDay For Fen & Petals August 26

Here’s a reblog of a poem for National Dog Day, just a little late.

The Blog That Would Destroy the World

Fen and Petals (2)

He’s dark,
although

Fensitively playful
he’s a son of a bitch
golden, but he has
wild plays
barked upon the field stage
with romping floppy ears
and a dear puppy attitude
retrieving a Labradorean
heritage cool

His Father it is said
was a shepherd who liked lamb chops,
but then in fending for himself

Fen will some day
wolf down Wiener schnitzel
romping with élan and bark

Sister Petals is a dog too
whose nickname is Flower Child,
but she knows she’s a dog
because she knows
how to fight Fen
with gentle teeth-to-teeth,
mouth-to-mouth, and
the canine literati
call her a wag, but

though play is like an apéritif,
lately, he’s been of-Fen-sive
getting under Petals’ belly
and knocking her over; oh no,
but she’s learned a de-Fen-se:
a self-imperative,”Petals down”

Soon dog treats are found, they
bounding into the kitchen

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The Totem

The Totem

 

I can’t say what took hold of us that Saturday.  We made a strange decision.

A Texas Ranching Adventure: The Family Milk Cow

Driving through the dark down a Texas highway, my husband at the wheel, I shone the flashlight at the book and read,

A Texas Ranching Adventure: They Paid a High Price

 

The Tree Was Witness

An ancient pecan tree was witness to the Jacksons’ violent deaths and, 140 years later, the tree provided shade for the people gathered together to remembering the Jacksons’ fates.