How do I love thee, big blue recycling bin? Let me count the ways. It’s New My old bin that we carried down to the curb was held together with duct tape. It’s continued existence as a container was a matter of uncertain survival week to week. It’s...
It came in the middle of the night–twelve inches of torrential rain. The pounding of the June ninth downpour at times sounded louder than the rumbles of thunder and cracks of lightening. In the darkness, I could not see that the pipe that routed water under my...
Lately, my booksigning events have been filled with surprises. I wrote in January about the unexpected fun I had at my recent grocery store signings. Saturday at the Sophienburg Museum in New Braunfels, I had another bonus. My table was across from the entrance to...
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