Feeding the Right Wolf #WATWB

The theme for the end of June and the month of July has been life, laughter, and love. So much of all three. Yet despite two celebratory and relaxing weeks off, followed by a very productive return to work, the outside world oozes in with insidious soul-suckage. You can’t exactly go through life like a Read More …

Tasty Lunch & Bonus Spa Treatment for Your Hands!

Don’t laugh – it feels lovely. Here’s the “recipe”: Ingredients: 1 baking potato (about 400g) 1 tsp extra virgin olive oil 1 tsp iodized salt 56g roasted or canned chicken 7g lightly salted butter 1 serrano pepper (Okay, this is totally optional –  hot peppers are a stress buster and oh, so tasty, but you Read More …

Gators in the Creek: Not Just an Urban Legend!

Finally, after twenty years of glancing warily at Cypress-Creek, I saw one of the mythical alligators I’ve heard so much about. Twenty years ago, when the Kickerillo-Mischer Preserve was owned by Compaq, you could borrow a paddleboat and take it out onto the lake. You had to read a pamphlet about snakes and alligators and Read More …

A Walk in the Rain

Unlike the Wicked Witch of the West, I won’t melt in the rain. I do draw the line at dodging lightning strikes, and the ones we get around here are killer. I never thought much about them, until seeing the horrified looks on visiting Californian’s faces, once, as lightning struck a highway light pole across Read More …

Groceries

I have a rule: He who complains about how the job gets done gets the job. My mother used to insist that towels be folded neatly into perfectly creased thirds, then in half, then hung evenly over a towel rack. I’m happy if the kids pitch in and the towels are folded neatly enough I Read More …

Flowers

Flowers bloom year ’round, here in Houston. Spring wildflowers are blooming, now, and the bees are happy. A bumblebee tried to whisper in my ear, yesterday- “Avoid the butterflies,” he said. “They’re flighty.” “Sure, but you’re a bumbling bee, so you shouldn’t be so critical.” I ducked like a nimble prizefighter as the round little Read More …

Creature of Nightmares

It is a curious creature, the Hexapus. It would not exist at all, if not for the dispassionate cruelty of lab rats and genetic engineers. It isn’t consciously aware of its own origins, but it has no abstract fondness for the thing that created it. It creeps on six tentacles through the sludge-caked storm sewer, Read More …

Berries, Bananas, and a Blender

Berries, bananas, and a blender make the best breakfast smoothie – not to mention an alliterative alimentary awakening! Just combine one cup of skim milk, one banana (fresh or frozen), and about 1/2 cup of frozen, mixed berries in a blender and blend till smooth. Add 28g of Kellogg’s All Bran Buds, ground to a Read More …

A Candle in a Dark Wind #WATWB

Social media has the potential to introduce and unite people around the world. Through social media, we can meet people from other countries, other cultures, other backgrounds, and realize that for all our differences, we share common needs and wants. It’s incredibly hard to hate people you’ve come to know, to share joys and heartaches Read More …

You Cannot Change the World by Leaving It

Why I am Giving Up Facebook, Google, and Amazon for Lent (and Challenging You to Do the Same!) In 2008, I accidentally endorsed the Republican Party Platform – or so it seemed. And this was confusing, since I’d written about why I couldn’t support their positions on the issues and wouldn’t be voting for their Read More …

What I Want for My Birthday, and It Ain’t a Piece of Cake!

It all began with me saying, “No chocolate cake; please do not feed the Birthday Bear!” (No, today’s not my birthday – it’s coming up soon, but it’s not today.) Much as I LOVE that Costco Chocolate layer cake, I am even more serious about shedding some pounds before my self-imposed deadline for buying a mother-of-the-bride Read More …

Skating on Thin Ice: The Still Power of Water and Words

I used to skate – never on four wheels, but on silvery, knife-edged blades. I remember that first time, at a friend’s birthday party, clutching the red wooden rail around an old hockey rink with frozen, mittened fingers in a terrified death grip. I wanted so desperately to get off that solid block of frozen Read More …