Last summer, a feral cat gave birth under our deck. My kids and my husband were
delighted, but I predicted future trouble: waste in the sandbox, an influx of
coyotes. I proclaimed that
I’ve been standing straighter since ballroom started. It is affecting my hunched
overlook, the one meant to exude a contemplative writer lifestyle, the one that
I adopt out of habit or out
Ask ten people for the first word that comes to mind when they think of Texas.
Nine will, without a moment’s hesitation, say y’all, and the other guy will say,
“Y’
These days, our culture appears more and more defined by a sense of
rootlessness. More than ever, people are packing up and moving away from the
places they’ve grown up in, and
For as long as she could remember, Pam wished to hear the laughter of children.
That desire faded one evening. It was unexpected, as most changes promised to
be. In her mind, this