To Cry, or Not to Cry? Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow…

My grandmother used to cry whenever we said goodbye – even if we were just heading out the driveway to go home, twenty miles away, and would see her the next day. I loved that woman, and was closer to her than to almost anyone – but sometimes it did “get old” watching her cry. Read More …

Solitude

The tale of Riley the Rollerblade Bird is a true story with an unlikely happy ending. It is a cautionary tale of the dangers of “good intentions.” It is a sad little tale about the everyday tragedies and indifference of nature. And today, it provides the inspiration behind a poem to illustrate a photo. The Read More …

Just a Hint of Autumn

Houston has been having a cool front. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the area, this means that instead of 90-100 degrees Fahrenheit, it was 60-90 degrees, with a pleasant little breeze. We took a drive with the windows down and the sunroof wide open. This is the first fall in twenty years Read More …