Back in June, I wrote about Father’s Day and how, when our son was young and after we had celebrated Father’s Day, Mother’s Day, and Grandparents’ Day, he asked, “When do we have Kids’ Day?”There was no answer back then, so we created a… Read More
There was a wonderful exhibit down at the Rockport Center for the Arts (where I have exhibited myself) when we were there recently. It was called, “Material Conversations: Woven In Place” featuring the work of artist Doerte Weber. It spoke to me, probably… Read More
For as long as I can remember, I have gone down to the Gulf Coast of Texas in August. It was an easy drive, only about an hour, from Victoria where I was raised. Usually we went to Rockport; we would have a picnic on… Read More
The national awareness of the needless loss of children probably started with Columbine in Littleton, CO, in 1999 when 13 students and a teacher were senselessly gunned down in April of that month. I was teaching in a high school in Connecticut then, and… Read More
Here’s the thing about an education: once you have it, no one can ever take it away. It can’t be lost, or stolen, or repossessed; it doesn’t break, or get worn, or go out of style. It empowers you to become most fully who you… Read More
One day when our son was young and after we had celebrated Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, and Grandparents’ Day earlier in the year, he piped up and asked, “When do we have a Kids’ Day?” It was a good question, one that had no… Read More
My 60th high school reunion was this month down in Victoria where I grew up. It was held at the recently-renovated Club Westerner, a favorite dance hall for generations, where we as teens went for live music and two-stepping almost every weekend throughout the year—… Read More
I was out shopping this weekend, and oh my! Traffic was outrageous, stores jammed, and check-out lines ridiculously long. How could I have possibly forgotten about the commercial bonanza of Mother’s Day, when floral sales alone almost eclipse those of #1 Valentine’s Day. Even… Read More
“I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!” My Mother loved ice cream. Of course, living in South Texas with the unbearable, unrelenting heat, who wouldn’t? But for her, a member of the post-War generation, the sudden ready availability and popularity… Read More
Citizen protests, some quiet and peaceful and some not so much, have a long history in this country beginning in the 18th century. As you may remember from school days, the Stamp Act Rebellion (1765), the Boston Tea Party (1773), and the effective boycott of… Read More
