Catching the Bus
It’s hot… It’s humid… It’s a quiet, muggy Friday morning. The air is heavy. Even the cars can feel the weight as they slowly roll by on the road. I
Continue readingIt’s hot… It’s humid… It’s a quiet, muggy Friday morning. The air is heavy. Even the cars can feel the weight as they slowly roll by on the road. I
Continue readingA quiet, humid porch sit at dawn brings reflections on misleading forecasts and rolling road traffic. Back inside with coffee, sorting through twenty years of website archives reveals how web building has evolved from raw HTML into blocks, while Washington’s divisive political noise and rhetoric have hardly changed at all.
Continue reading6:00 AM on the front porch, and the air is already thick enough to chew. The bug choir is out in full force, humming its steady Gulf Coast lullaby, and
Continue readingThere is a particular brand of grace that finds you on the Texas Gulf Coast when a North breeze decides to blow. It is a dry, cooling wind that pushes
Continue readingIt’s 6:25 a.m., and the world is still wearing its nighttime colors. Out here on the porch, the air is that classic Gulf Coast mix—heavy, cool, and so thick with
Continue readingWhen I walked out on the front porch this morning it was already 70 degrees and the humidity was just shy of foggy. Our house owl and guard pig were
Continue readingI wake up these days and start the coffee really early. Then I start waking people up for the day. My granddaughter is usually up when I get up at
Continue readingI am out on the front porch waiting for the school bus to pick up my two highschool bound grandkids. It’s cool and damp. But not cool enough to make
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