I think of my cousins on Mom’s side as “The Latty Cousins.” On Dad’s side, it’s “The Day Cousins.” My Latty grandparents had three children and those three had twenty-one children. These twenty-one were/are my first cousins. Of that group, now only four are left. One passed away this spring and one, just yesterday. Their […]
Sep 11, 2025
Do You Remember?
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I’m afraid that most of the time, I take life and freedom for granted. I go along, day by day, expecting everything to remain the same. But sometimes, things change suddenly and unexpectedly, as they did on this day twenty-four years ago for all of us. Each person in the hijacked airplanes, in the twin […]
Sep 9, 2025
Galveston
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Yesterday was the anniversary of the 1900 hurricane that wiped out a good portion of the island of Galveston, Texas. I couldn’t let that date go by without mentioning it. If you haven’t read much about it in history, let me tell you that it is an amazing, true story of devastation and horror and […]
Sep 7, 2025
Do Things Seem Clearer?
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My street is waking up this morning. Daylight lengthens; shadows grow fainter while treetops turn golden from the rising sun. My thoughts, too, are stirring slowly, thinking about the day before me. It’s funny, this “things become clearer only as I do them”. Must be some sort of rule. For example, I can draw a […]
Sep 3, 2025
What’s in the Fog?
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Remember that old, scary film, Out of the Fog? What is there about fog that appeals to imaginations? Maybe it’s because it distorts things and makes the familiar seem weird and unknown. Maybe it’s because it’s silent, not noisy like rain, and not in any particular shape, like snow. It isn’t pretty either; it’s gray […]
Sep 2, 2025
One September Morning
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This is a beautiful, chilly September morning–blue skies, calm breeze. A small wren lights among the grape vine on my front porch. I don’t think that vine will ever have grapes and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the ground or maybe it would prefer more room. Anyway, the wren finds something to eat among […]
