Postcard From The Edge

At Jardine House, my family and I walked down the stairs from the elevated walkway and stepped out in to an empty street - Connaught Road. In all his 39 years living in Hong Kong, Hubs said, he had never walked in the middle of this street. Now it was deserted of cars, buses and... Continue Reading →

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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 →

West Texas Boys: the good & the bad

It’s almost September and I haven’t filed on therockmom in over two months! What have I been doing? What have I been listening to? Well, aside from entertaining the girls these eight weeks of school holiday, I’ve mainly been paralyzed with fear at the prospect of Rick Perry becoming the next President of the U.S.... Continue Reading →

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