Because Dreams Are Made of This

I don’t know what’s lasted longer: my time away from family and the US or the months (years?) since I’ve seen live music. I’m sure many of you music fans reading this are in the exact same boat. What a wearying time we’ve all had. You feel the disconnect almost daily, but you feel the... Continue Reading →

The Book of Houston

And Lo, the day shall come to pass when thou will engage in a conversation with thy father or thy mother about thy parent's bowel movements. And thou will enter into dialogue and be a witness to thy parent's colonic testimony, and thou will listen freely and openly and with only small disgust and embarrassment.... Continue Reading →

Notes From Another Land

He sits on the back porch to smoke, because he's not allowed to smoke inside. He has a comfortable chair and a radio out there - tuned to news talk - and a glass of ice water. His dogs like to sit in his lap. The smell from his cigarette sneaks by the back door,... Continue Reading →

Remembering Donna Summer

It's a sad week in the world. On Wednesday, my Texas family came together for the funeral of my cousin, Maureen, who was only 50. She's the first of my generation to die, and even though she struggled with health problems for most of her adult life, it's still a shock. Living half way around... Continue Reading →

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