Tag Archives: friendship

A Day of Gifts

Hometown. There’s nothing like a visit “home” to pull you back from your current busy life and let you relax with a bit of nostalgia. A day in Palestine earlier in the spring did just that for me. Not only … Continue reading

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Repeating History

Hello, Friends! In honor of Black History Month, I’m reprising this essay that was published in the University of Texas at Arlington’s student newspaper in 2006. I first posted the piece to this blog on February 1, 2017. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Breaching … Continue reading

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Totality: Unlikely Events

As I told you Monday, Brent and I drove to Missouri to see the solar eclipse. A solar eclipse is an unlikely event requiring three objects moving through space to be lined up just so. This is why we don’t … Continue reading

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Dogwood Fever

This weekend is right in the middle of Palestine, Texas’ Dogwood Festival, scheduled around the lovely little trees’ top blooming window. When I actually lived in Palestine as a kid, I didn’t especially appreciate the city. I just lived there, … Continue reading

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Happy Black History Month!

My family is white, and during my early childhood, we lived in small towns in Illinois and Missouri where nearly everyone around us was also white. I knew black people existed, although I had never met a “Negro,” as they … Continue reading

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The Gift

If friendship is a gift, then my writing buddy, Kelsey Gillespy, is a gift that keeps on giving. She and I have worked together for just over a year now. We meet most every week, critiquing each other’s stories and … Continue reading

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