Memoir: A knight in shining polyester

We’re talking about finding the grace in the awkward years at Write on Edge this week. My mother cringed as he introduced himself outside the pool. His clear blue eyes and crooked toothy grin were almost lost under a mop of dirty blonde locks. Clutching a ratty towel tightly against his bare chest, he waited, … Continue reading Memoir: A knight in shining polyester

The Easter Bunny has risen, he has risen indeed

The Hare's innocence had been bruised, tarnishing our world of make-believe, after last year's Easter debacle. Christmas was certainly changed, the thrill of Santa and reindeer left an unexpected emptiness. I assumed Easter would be the same. "Now don't forget," I reminded, "some of our guests still think the Easter Bunny is real." "I KNOW, … Continue reading The Easter Bunny has risen, he has risen indeed

When I Listen to the Beatles, I Can Smell Him

I've been doing a lot of reminiscing over the last few weeks. It started with my childhood friend being here, then morphed into something else. I started to dig out some of my college essays. Buried in my words were moments I had forgotten, emotions either healed or already celebrated. Life is a cacophony of  … Continue reading When I Listen to the Beatles, I Can Smell Him

Ten Years without Texas

Ten years ago today, I married my best friend, DW. It was hard to imagine ten years into the future as I packed up my little green KIA Sportage to make the trek from San Antonio to Michigan, the rest of my personal belongings stashed inside a U-Haul truck. I didn't think I owned much, … Continue reading Ten Years without Texas

Like It Was Yesterday

I don't know what it is about traveling to Texas that makes me want to break out singing 80's rock ballads, but all I could  think about while my plane touched down in Dallas Thursday night was the song Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by Jefferson Starship. Texas is where I grew up. It's where … Continue reading Like It Was Yesterday