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)

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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?!

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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