Look at this amazing little poem by first grader Miguel! If I could BE a holiday card, this would be it! Plus look at the great graphics! The snowflakes are made out of the WITS tree logo! Here’s how they describe their program: “WITS gives children all over Houston the gift of creativity, the power to […]
Blogger, photographer, digital storyteller, and all-around superhero Karen Walrond came out to my family’s ranch (we are Texans, after all) this weekend and took some photos of the place with a twin-lens reflex camera. I am a big fan of old cameras (the main character in Everyone Is Beautiful uses one), and these photos are […]
I posted this YouTube video of Billy Collins’ poem “Forgetfulness” on Kirtsy when I was a Guest Editor there last year. I still find myself going back to watch it from time to time. I love the grainy animation in the video, the way the images flicker in and out and overlap each other. And, […]
I’ve made a great discovery. A site called Square America that is “a gallery of vintage snapshots and vernacular photography.” Photos from the early 20th century up through the 1970s or so. I keep going back to the site to browse through it. Some of the images are breathtaking. Some of them are funny. All […]
I stumbled on this photograph today at Cowgirl Up!, and I can’t stop going back to look at it.
My eyes are puffy this morning because I cried so hard and so long while watching The Duchess at the movies last night. I mean, I cried and cried. But good crying. Cathartic crying. The kind that comes from experiencing something real. I want to feel something when I see a movie or read a […]
Last summer, reader and blogger Natasha Maw did an interview with me on her Maw Books Blog. One of her questions was about a tomato-lime soup that I’d written about in The Bright Side of Disaster. She thought the soup sounded good, and wondered if I had the recipe. Of course, many of things in […]
I’m finally doing it. I love to read blogs. But, with two little kids and many stories playing themselves out in my head most of the time, lots of nights I fall asleep still in my clothes. You know, really. My plate is full. Overly full. Spilling off onto the table. But that has to […]