Monthly Archives: August 2013

Isn’t Johnny Football square and yellow?

If anyone asks, OF COURSE I was watching college football while running on the treadmill today. Um, I mean I was inhaling the breathless coverage of President Obama’s Syria decision. Actually, I was watching the pre-game analysis of the Texas … Continue reading

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where was my conscience? where was my consciousness? and where do i put all these letters that i wrote to myself but could not address? — ani

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dear ma

We had your party today. I think you would have liked it. I was worried there might not be many people, but I always underestimate country folk. There were your peeps and Dad’s peeps and school peeps and work peeps … Continue reading

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Once upon a time in a flower shop

The thing is, you don’t know when you’re going to have the weirdest conversation in the history of the world. Which is what, I suppose, makes it weird. We’re at the florist buying flowers. Shirley Floral, longtime San Angelo tradition. … Continue reading

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the stars at night …

What a beautiful moon! I can only imagine what it must have looked like for real! I used to watch the moon a lot. When your father was in the service and stationed in Japan, I always told him to … Continue reading

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