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Table manners: Up the Greek without a paddle

I was invited to a banquet the other night. I said, “Yes, I’ll be there. My Sweet Al is with his brother hunting doves in New Mexico and I will…

Like a kid with a cookie jar — busted

It’s that season again. It’s football time. The boys of fall are back at it. We’re back on the road with family, football, friends and junk food. It can’t get…

Giving introverts a voice: Aunt Mary’s mustache

My friend lives across town, 40 minutes away. She lives by Hatcher Lake and I live on the Lower Blanco. We talk once a week on the phone. I’ve quoted…

Color-blind — in-your-face ugly

I saw the stark blue color from the top of the road and I went into a violent panic attack. I turned onto our steep driveway and gunned it. I…

A frenzied love affair

Summer came like a gentle lover and went away like a frenzied love affair. My daughter read this article and said, “It doesn’t make sense; what’s with the gentle lover…

Epignosko: Discovering my muse

I jumped into the old blue truck. I vowed I’d never ride in it. Only the Lord knows what crawls around in it. The dogs have claimed it as their…

When enough is enough

The ad read, “Estate Sale, 45 years of accumulated items.” It wasn’t exaggerating. The garage sale was successful and you saved Sweet Al from the hands of a frustrated woman…

Holy moly, that darn napkin

Holy moly, that darn napkin. Is it true? Is it all about me? Do I need to be in charge? Apparently, I do. A retired pastor, a concept editor and…

‘It’s that man/woman thing’

I’ve entered a man’s world of carpenters and builders. It isn’t my mode of operation to visit lumber companies, but while our garage is under construction, I have become the…

Yesterday isn’t soon enough

I’m amazed how one person will come along at the right time with one word that will redirect and change us. Many times, we’re not there emotionally to take a…