When Mom died, I didn’t have a clue how to help Dad. In retrospect, what we faced was building a new relationship, and it was awkward for both of us. Mom was the glue that held everything together. When we were all together, Mom was the conversationalist. We could (and would) talk for hours. Dad...
When you read the history of the Texas land grant plantations located around what is now Sugar Land and Missouri City, you rather quickly become appreciative of the changes that have occurred. The Brazos River bottoms were not very hospitable, to say the least. Mosquitos, floods, and more made the area almost inhabitable. But canals...
It’s been a quiet weekend. We’re in St. Pete getting in a visit with our son John before he deploys this summer. We’ve just been hanging out at his place, eating, visiting, reading, and replacing a dead ceiling fan — always a bigger chore than it should be. I’ve even ridden in his new Jeep,...
I had a little time this afternoon, so I grabbed the camera and took a drive close to home. Who knew what was just around the corner?
We should have just sat in our backyard this afternoon and looked at our own wildflowers. Instead, we took off for Waller, having seen a report of a large field of bluebonnets. Getting to see bluebonnets is like an elixir for Eloise — it just makes her feel better automatically. We struck out, although we...
