If you were never among the privileged souls who spent some time with my dog and best friend Freida, please let me tell you about her now. We met outside of the HEB supermarket on the corner of Manchaca and Slaughter, August 2006. I was pulling into the parking lot when I saw a very animated family, a very large box, and a very big sign saying “Free Puppies.”
December 9, 2016
It’s been two years since we lost you, and it still reverberates more than you know with more people than you might imagine. You are still so loved. Continue reading “I Miss You. Thanks for the Visit.”
I love my family of birth. I can’t imagine life without my mom or my sister and her family. That’s all there, intact and wonderful.
I love my family of choice, those friendships acquired and maintained over the decades, from college to a decade in NYC to my years here in Austin.
And I’ve recently realized that I love, very much, my family once by marriage and now by choice. Continue reading “Families by Marriage and Choice”
Creativity of one sort or another is in the DNA of my people. Visual arts, performing arts — the bases are covered on both sides of the gene pool. So one might assume that my sister and I have each had wild and lifelong experiences bopping around from discipline to discipline. Continue reading “Specialization Begins At Home”