Looking Back

i282600889619493394._szw1280h1280_She was so beautiful that young men gazed at her longingly. They often asked me to intercede for them, put in a good word. She had many followers and suitors but before all of that she had been my friend. We shared secrets as young girls so often do. We dreamed together and plotted the direction of our futures. We both devised outsized plans, imagining that we would each somehow have a major impact on the world. We were inseparable and thought we would always be that way, but things changed, slowly at first and ultimately so rapidly that we began to feel uncomfortable when we were together. Our relationship unraveled as we moved almost in opposite directions and one day we found that we had little in common. Our conversations were stilted, unnatural. We were not angry. We didn’t have a fight. We simply had outgrown the childhood friendship that we once had. We parted without rancor.  Continue reading “Looking Back”

The Seesaw

i282600889619370104._szw1280h1280_If you are a Downtown Abbey fan you know all too well that tragedy has struck the Grantham household again and again. As Tom Branson recently told his sister-in-law, Mary, the two of them have been hurt and no matter what they do they will no doubt be hurt again. It is the stuff of life for everyone. We can’t escape illnesses, disappointments, failures, or death. We would love to have a perfect life without any bitter surprises but that is just not the way things work. Continue reading “The Seesaw”


i282600889619268133._szw1280h1280_I’m one of those individual’s whose mood becomes dark when the days are short and the weather is frightful. For that reason I have generally found myself languishing in a bit of a funk during February. Not even Valentine’s Day or the holiday provided by President’s Day is usually enough to bring more of a smile to my face. What I need to feel really good is sunshine. I believe that some psychologists call my winter time moodiness SAD disease, or seasonal affective disorder.  Continue reading “SAD”

Let the Journey Begin

i282600889619216089._szw1280h1280_It has oft been said that education is wasted on the young. While that is not entirely true, I suspect that some of the niceties of learning are never quite realized until we have experienced more of life. When we are not yet adults our focus is on far different aspects of the world than after we have experienced more of reality without the aid and comfort of our parents. With our widening horizons we are capable of deeper understanding. Somehow the curiosity that pushed us as toddlers resurfaces and we find ourselves seeking answers to a multitude of questions. Like a three year old we enthusiastically enjoy the world with all of our senses, ever alert for new experiences and adventures.  Continue reading “Let the Journey Begin”

We the People

i282600889619167926._szw1280h1280_I recently created a bit of a stir among my former classmates by mentioning that I never learned much about Texas History in school while I was growing up. Many of my long time friends not only insisted that we indeed had a strong grounding in the story of our state but that it was also quite exciting. Others believed like me that the topic of Texas was rarely if ever mentioned in our classes. I suspect that Texas may have been part of the curriculum somewhere along the line but was so uninspiring to me that I blanked it out of my mind. I had a great education in my youth but social studies failed to enchant  me the way the other subjects did. I recall mostly reading from a textbook and then memorizing dates and facts. It was not until I went to college that my fascination with history and politics was born.  Continue reading “We the People”