Everywhere I went this week in San Antonio — the hair salon, the grocery store, the chiropractor, a local restaurant — I felt as though I was in the opening scene of the 1939 movie, The Wizard of Oz, when Dorothy’s house landed on the… Read More
I live in South Texas, so of course, Mexican or not, I honor Dia de los Muertos. Culture here, as culture anywhere, is not just about one’s nationality after all; it is about one’s immersive environment. Having grown up in South Texas, I have grown… Read More
Last week when I had important document downloads and Zoom conferences lined up, our internet failed. The cable provider, Spectrum, just suddenly stopped a little after 8 am in the morning, while I was in the middle of various transactions. We were without TV, internet… 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
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
Growing up, I went to a Catholic girls’ school K through 12. The whole school was housed in one giant brick building with a huge playground on a full city block. The first floor housed the elementary school and extended out into a large gymnasium;… Read More
It’s what I have come to call “That time of year” again — the late fall days in November between holidays when daylight savings time ends and the twinkle of Christmas lights begin to illuminate the darkness. The year is winding down, the New Year… Read More
