It is never advisable to put the dinosaurs in the pen with the goats I try explaining this to Nora, her hazel eyes wide dark hair streaming shoes gleaming, equipped with flashing lights too her small form contained in a pink princess shirt No! she says They go in there! I ponder T-Rex he … Continue reading
So I recently asked Aunt Agnes to share one of her favorite Thanksgiving recipes, and here is what she said: “Get yourself some Velveeta, some cream cheese, pecans, egg nog, and a big ole carton of butter. Make sure it is real butter and not that margarine crap. Maybe get some Fritos, the large dipping … Continue reading
It’s that joyous time of the year, right after what might have been a lively table flipping Thanksgiving debacle, depending on differing family politics. Thank goodness, not mine, as we are all on the same side of what is turning out to be the Great American Horror Story. Now we can get down to some … Continue reading
I recently visited the Burkburnett Public Library to read a selection to children from my book, Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete. I introduced the kids to Nate, his friends, his sometimes pesky sister, and of course, the Attention Monster. I asked them if they could imagine a town named Sportsville and if their attention … Continue reading
It’s the time of the season that reminds me what a wonderful world it is. In both a happy and sad sort of way. This month last summer, I was helping my youngest child and only son head off to college. Loose in the wonderful world. It was hard. Tomorrow, I will watch this time … Continue reading
Summer is here, maybe not officially, but for all practical purposes it is. That final school bell has rang and kids have been released. I have wrapped up my role trying to motivate precocious pre-schoolers, feisty fifth graders and insolent teenagers armed with technology. Now I am free to go about with my new passion: … Continue reading
Summer is almost here which brings it closer to the upcoming football season which brings it closer to unleashing the whimsical characters in my book, Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete. There are many valid questions that begged to be answered: Why are we football-obsessed in the South? Why do we love working out in … Continue reading
