Author

Christie

Browsing

I am wearing pink today. Or, rather, I was wearing pink yesterday – inadvertently on Wednesday – when I wrote this post. Apparently all the cool girls wear pink on Wednesdays. But, given that I just learned about this trendy spoof from the movie “Mean Girls” nearly nine years after…

Two weeks ago my family – including my husband and sons, my sister and her family, my brother and his wife, and my parents – descended on the greater San Antonio area to celebrate my mom’s 60th birthday. It had been a trip that was years in the making, with…

One of the only two plants that are still alive in our house is a tiny little cactus. At first glance, it seems like any ordinary cactus – spindly, thorny, and hazardous, albeit small. But on closer inspection, you would see that its barbs are more like bristly hairs, and…

Hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action. – Ralph Waldo Emerson The piles are everywhere. Wet, sloppy snow is piled up outside my windows. Remnants of warmer days – patio furniture, the grill, a stray soccer ball – are all locked in place by shackles of white…

I was scurrying down the street last week when I found a misplaced letter. A gentle breeze had stirred, carrying the note across my path where it then fell into a pile of crumbled, wet leaves buried below the shrubs next to the sidewalk. I almost let it lay…