Last week my husband called my attention to a local news item. “An old friend of yours has died. Not a friend, someone you used to work wi...

The Christmas decorations are all down and boxed up, waiting to go back into the attic.  My living room looks bare without the enormous tr...

I know I am supposed to be writing accounts of my travels, but I have been busy since I got home. Earlier this week, for instance, I att...

The recent back and forth over Chick-fil-A owner Dan Cathy donating heavily to anti-LGBT groups has led me think I may be the only person ...

The following is a story I wrote in 1986 or so for a short story contest run by Louisiana Life magazine. I didn't win anything. If I re...

Abbey is the one in blue. Every September for the past nine years, the small non-profit organization I work for has held a fundraiser break...

Today I was working with D again and we were looking at an abbreviated, board book version of the book, The Carrot Seed .  While D showed h...

Paintings from last year Another summer, another week of our annual summer art program for special needs kids . Last year at this time we...

Yesterday one of my coworkers gave all of us tree ornaments she made - reindeer made from wine corks. I usually love homemade tree ornaments...

Little things have been weighing me down lately. Besides the house not selling, or even showing, the death of my cat, the illness of my oth...

Lying on the floor to take a picture of the dancer's feet sounded like a better idea than it was. Back in June, the place where I work h...

In the fall of 2007, we went to the Houston Museum of Natural History to see the Lucy exhibit. (Or as my husband put it, "Why are w...