Roadrunner Afternoon
When I looked out the front window, I thought at first that there was a very skinny rooster on the sidewalk eyeing our birdbath. No, it was a roadrunner. That’s not so unusual in Texas; but in suburban Austin, yes. The
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When I looked out the front window, I thought at first that there was a very skinny rooster on the sidewalk eyeing our birdbath. No, it was a roadrunner. That’s not so unusual in Texas; but in suburban Austin, yes. The
After leaving the ‘Testify – No One Believes Me’ theater event last night at the Spider House Ballroom, near the UT campus, we were walking in the brilliant light beaming from the full Blue Moon. Other attendees were walking past,
The edge of nothingness is always near, moving when you move, waiting when you wait. Do you welcome it with your silence and your indifference? Or do you battle it at every breath and every thought and every action? Fill
This is the story, in his own words, of the military service of my great-great-great-grandfather, Peter Borders, one of my Revolutionary War ancestors. He re-upped several times, even substituting for others, and near the end was taken prisoner of war