You’re looking at my first commission, I suppose. Continue reading “Ready to Roar”
I like rituals as much as the next odd-ball, and New Year’s Day is a splendid time for them. It’s a world-wide birthday. It’s a regular opportunity to reflect on what was–and consider what might be.
Celebrated in Mexico and other lands, Day of the Dead was completely foreign to me until I moved to Austin in the late 90s. A full-on Yankee gringo, and I confess it struck me as a tad morbid for awhile there–a national celebration that includes everything from mad gravesite altars to skulls made of sugar. My tribe can’t quite wrap its collective head around doing more than placing a few solemn flowers by a headstone every now and then. Continue reading “Day of the Dead, Part 1”
“Change. It ain’t what it used to be.”
My ex said that to me once, apropos of almost nothing, and it made me laugh so hard I had to grab a pen and write it down. Continue reading “Change: It Ain’t What It Used to Be”
Here in Austin, we don’t have a lot of exotic trees. We have multitudes of sturdy and steady Live Oak; they only shed their leaves as new ones emerge, giving us year-round greenery. We have gnarly Mountain Juniper trees with branches like witches’ fingers, Continue reading “Austin’s Trees & Things That Live in Them”
I live in a quiet, working class neighborhood on the south side of town. The streets are wide, but the homes are small. Even though there’s genuine cultural diversity on these blocks, the houses are homogenous. It’s pretty safe, the taxes won’t kill you, and I think of it as one of the last few truly affordable areas to buy a house in south Austin. Continue reading “My Romantic Neighborhood”