The Meaning of Hair in My Life

For years, I did not think hairdos very important.  My mother was always after me: “A little brushing would help,” she’d say.

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A Landscape Where There Are No Toilets

“Jimmy!”  I shout into the phone, “I’m looking out the window at my front lawn at an honest-to-God human turd!

Turning 40 at a Tupperware Party

It is strange to be thirty-nine years old and afraid to attend a Tupperware party.

Texas Sesquicentennial

Texas Sesquicentennial

 

“Time to go, girls!” says Maria, the supervisory auditor, pushing back her chair, sticking out a leg, and checking her hose for runs.  “This is important government business!”

A Texas Ranching Adventure: Coping with Neighbors

“But who are you married to?” the older woman asked again.

“The German across the road,” I said for the third time.

She shook her head and frowned.

“He’s my husband,” I insisted.

She stared at me.  “But . . .”

She just couldn’t believe that I, a white woman, was married to a German.*

A Texas Ranching Adventure: 107˚ in the Shade

 

“Are you ready to search for the blue heron?” I asked my daughter.

Thekla narrowed her eyes and looked warily out the open garage door.

A Texas Ranching Adventure: Chicken Employees

Definition of chicken moat:  a double-fenced area surrounding a garden where chickens are allowed to roam and feed, thus creating a bug-free zone.

Driving through the dark on a Texas highway, I shone the flashlight at my book and read:
“Chickens can be decidedly stupid about finding their home after it’s been moved.