Tag: family

Who’s teaching who on this vacation?

Today, little one, we will teach you about the ocean. About the dolphins jumping freely in front of you. About the feel of sand between your tiny toes. We will teach you how to dig in the sand without eating it and how to…

A simple, non-purchased gift to the father of my children and grandchildren

Love that photoshop!

Focus so you can remember what’s important

  Weekly Photo Prompt: Focus

Robbers in my kitchen

Dad clenched his fist and his jaw at the same time. “Show me a woman with long nails and I’ll show ya a lazy woman.” Mother ignores his comment but finishes up, putting the lid back on. “Damn that shit stinks,” he says, staring…

Great Grandpa Jim tells a story

Jim Dennis, my great-grandfather, bought the ranch in 1904. When he decided to retire to a simpler life other than cowboying, he told Ike he could run the place. Great Grandpa Dennis took Granny Dennis and moved to town. Jim’s recountings of his younger…

When Life becomes Real

My daughter introduced my granddaughter to life outside of a song or a book. My wee one knows that a cow says “moo.” So … Now, she’s met a cow. He stays silent. He doesn’t moo. What’s wrong with these grownups? Do they just…

If only…

… this tree could speak. Yes, this is ONE tree, not a cluster. I imagine it to be between 300 and 500 years old. If it could talk, it would tell me about my great-great grandparents who immigrated to America from Germany in the…

Time to separate the sheep from the goats

Met by only the dark, I’m finally off the train. I walk the fifteen minutes to the house, all the while grateful for the time to stretch my legs. I’m eager to see Mother, Sis and Pooch, but my hands sweat when I think…

Das ist Gut

In the 1840’s my great-great grandparents forged their way from Germany to Texas to escape oppression. I picture my Great-great grandfather finding this location, plunking up a handful of rich soil and saying “Das ist Gut” (this is good). It was here, in the Texas…

Cono’s impression of Uncle No-Account

There’d been a bull on top of Aunt Nolie last night and now he was sitting on a bar stool kissing the woman next to him smack-dab on her red lips. “Cono, this here’s Sunshine.” I know that song, “You are my Sunshine, My…