As the days begin to get colder and shorter, the warmth of another holiday season begins to warm our hearts. The promise of big meals around bigger tables and hugs with long-missed friends and families fill eager minds. Decadent meals entice imaginations and the thought of million different pies titillate hungry taste buds. Of course with...

A brisk wind curls in on itself, picking up the fallen gold and red leaves of a nearby maple. Frosty grey clouds hover overhead, sinking slowly towards the barren ground in a fine mist that seems to hang frozen in time. Dark coats and yards of layered fabrics hide shivering hands and chattering teeth as...

Eighty-eight black and white keys stare up at me. I sit in front of a piano I’ve been listening to since I could barely reach those keys. My hands rest at center C waiting. I wait as well, hoping for uninvited inspiration. My tired eyes glance at the ivory pegs my mother once tapped at...

I find myself, with alarming regularity, peering through dusty blinds and old windows, cracks in old fences and gaps between gates, under doors and around imposing structures. I ignore no trespassing signs, do not enter warnings and rules that keep little sights hidden away. I indulge every little curious inquiry that pops into my head...

I have writer’s block. Or perhaps it’s general frustration. Either way, I’m staring at this damn white screen drowning in perturbation. So please excuse my brevity and lack of discursive, circuitous and generally-word-filled stories. For today, I have nothing eloquent, nothing persuasive and surely nothing noting the idiosyncratic nature of blogging mores. Instead I have doughnuts –...

I can’t say Texas has the most idyllic seasons – you’d be hard pressed to find someone venturing down here to witness the effects of fall – but to me I can read the days like a book. Each small change, no matter how subtle or nuanced, reminds me of a quarter century worth of...