Musings · What Matters

On Minimalism (What matters, part 4)

“Stuff!,” my 87-year-old mother exclaims, shaking her hands the air as she paces her five-bedroom home in the Houston suburbs.  “What am I going to do with all this stuff?” Maybe she hopes it will all magically disappear, and a sizable check will float out of nowhere, softly landing on her white, sculpted custom Edward… Continue reading On Minimalism (What matters, part 4)


Who moved my (zodiac) cheese?!

Over cold Love Streets at Karbach Brewery this week, my now-legal 21-year-old son, Burke, home from college (Roll Tide!), announced he is no longer a Leo. This little bombshell came from so far out of left field, I thought I must have misheard him.  My hearing’s not the best, so this wouldn’t have been unusual. … Continue reading Who moved my (zodiac) cheese?!


This week’s adventures: knuckles, knives and needles

“I don’t think there’s anything you won’t try.” I didn’t know whether to be flattered or embarrassed.  Leanne knows me better, I think, than I know myself. We have been friends for about 25 years, and we’ve been through a lot together.  She’s the one who, probably 15 years ago, made the comment, “It’s never… Continue reading This week’s adventures: knuckles, knives and needles