When I was a kid, I always knew who my dad was going to vote for, because he told me. I presumed my mom would vote the same way my dad did back then. I definitely don't want to give the impression that she would vote the same way my dad did because my dad…
"It happens every time I cross the Copano Bridge. I breathe easier, my shoulders drop. I smile bigger."George Strait, "Find Yourself in Rockport-Fulton" campaign Now, I don't know if George actually wrote those words himself, but it doesn't matter. I know exactly the place he's talking about in the ad he did for the Rockport-Fulton…
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When I was researching and preparing for our trip to Portugal last year, the word saudade kept coming up. Saudade:a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never…
I spend a lot of time on the road for my job. Not as much as I used to in my younger days, before I had dogs, or a husband, or a house, or much of a social life, for that matter (more on that in another post.) I do spend more time than most…
My friend’s candid admission hung in the air between us like an anchor. I hadn’t spoken with my friend, Ann, in almost two years. We worked together for two different employers, and had developed the kind of friendship that sometimes happens when you’ve spent hours and days together over years, dealing with so many of…
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