Houston and New York and Budapest

Houston and New York and Budapest

 

I once had a friend named Jules Dunay, and Jules was gay,

and I was a little in love with Jules Dunay.

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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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.

Looking Towards Hathersage

Looking Towards Hathersage

I pause in my daily walk along the edge of the English town I live in and gaze across a soon-to-be-developed meadow and on towards the hills of Derbyshire

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.

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!”