Our first clue that things weren’t going to be easy was at the Del Rio, TX Border Patrol station when the agent asked us where we were going.
He stepped back and looked at our rental sedan.
“You might make it.”
Let me backtrack a bit. In the summer of 2020, my family drove to West Texas, first to visit Davis Mountains State Park and then on to Seminole Canyon State Park & Historic Site. This is Texas, remember, so these two places — both in the western part of the state— aren’t exactly close. They were also both my idea, so when my water-loving spouse saw the online photos of Devil’s River, he asked if we could make Seminole Canyon a half-day stop with the next day in the water. …
Although I truly enjoy reading other people’s profiles here, I have procrastinated endlessly about writing my own. I wonder if it’s like trying to come up with a dating profile when you are literally interested in hanging out with anyone and everyone. Maybe not, but here goes nothing —
The non-reality show material:
I grew up in Tennessee, went to college in Virginia, came back to Tennessee for my first job and then, rather randomly, ended up in Southeast Texas. I do, however, love Texas and don’t see leaving anytime soon. My blood has thinned, I’m a wimp about cold weather and even though my kids say they are deprived not ever seeing snow, I like a 70 degree Christmas. …
It is the magic hour on Linwood Drive. The golden light still lingers in the trees while the mommies and daddy wait for the daddies and mommy to come home. The children play on the street where the heat escapes the pavement in pleasant waves.
There is the grapefruit tree in the Bingham’s yard — its scent so wonderful that everyone is always surprised when the fruit itself is a disappointment. And finally (at last!) Edie’s pitcher of sangria, plum purple and swimming with fruit.
It’s five o’clock somewhere someone always says, this time maybe Celia, who has dressed for the occasion, a yellow sheath and a pedicure to boot. …
You’ve been eyeing my profile for months — don’t deny it — and now you have decided to take the plunge. I get that you don’t have much choice in the matter but I’m here to tell you that we are MTB.
Five things I couldn’t live without:
Sweatpants, my Mandalorian helmet (so much more bad-ass than a mask, right???), @deborahbirxscarves, White Claw and…you.
My friends describe me as:
Stoic, listless, vaguely hopeful, and gluttonous.
The three things I’m most thankful for:
1) That it is finally MY year. The only competition is the warm memories people have of 2018 when you could hug grandparents, plan vacations and have loud, spittle-filled conversations with sexxxy looking randos at a bar. …
Look, I get it. You need to be seen. It is the holidays, the happiest, least bummy time EVER and unless you document the season on social media then truly, you are just the tree that landed in the forest and moldered away into oblivion.
But it’s also a worldwide absolutely-not-the-flu pandemic with increasingly alarming daily stats and stories. So, to be responsible — and still follow through with your mantra (‘I Gram to Know I Am’) — consider the following suggestions.
1.) Fires — They are the lava lamp of the natural world. Think Burning Man bonfires without the chain mail bustier tops and Ecstasy. Better yet, posting a photo of your own little campfire or home hearth shows that you are both introspective and chill. You’re simply going to kick back and pass the Courvoisier until this is all over. …
Date: Sat, 4 May 2017
Ownership is a tricky thing. Surely even you can see that. When Danny first left, a friend from water aerobics gave me a little plaque with a dove on it and that quote, you know, if you love something set it free. I used it for skeet practice so that bird doesn’t look like anything you’d want anyhow but the sentiment stuck with me. I didn’t make a fool of myself, much, and once you had the baby, not at all. He still came to see me though, I wondered if you knew that? Even with your considerable talents you never got my lasagna right and once D.J. was born I guess he wanted the peace and quiet he was so hell bent to escape in the first place. I never went to bed with him though. But I could have. …