The Little Black Dress That Never Was
For two days, I have been looking for a dress to wear to my grandmother’s out-of-town funeral— a dress I cannot find. Is it really about the dress? Or is there something else, something greater I am looking for?
Succor and Ogden Nash
At every hospital stay, I have read to my grandmother from every book she loved and every book I thought she’d love. Last night, I ran out of words. Why?
On Possibility
My grandmother believed deeply in the possibility of things and people. Sometimes her sense of the possible made for a wonderful world. And sometimes things just caught fire.
Misunderstood, Both Noun and Verb
There was once a professor who became famous not for his scholarship, nor for his personality, but for his ability to mangle the English language. His name was Dr. Spooner and his unfortunate specialty…
Lady-Style Recliners and Other Decorative Grandparental Mysteries
I am confused by wax fruit. It haunts me, late at night, when I cannot sleep.
Our Sunday Best: Family Edition
On Sundays, I like to look back and reflect on the week. I also do laundry. Before I start the laundry, I’d like to share with you some of the items I came across this week that moved me. I…
Walking Bare-Legged in a Dry Land
This time of year, the South Texas heat fades back like a song tapering off after going on for far too long. The first cold snap is like a new tune— jittery, unexpected, and always exciting.
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