Looking back, I am not certain whether any of my sons have fully understood how much I have loved them, still love them, always will. When my middle son Terry died in December 2016, I came to understand how few years any of us have available to us to say the words and how limited our vocabulary. Continue reading
The change has been too slow to call it a revolution – this growth and maturation of Arlington, Texas, over the past 6 decades – but there is no doubt that my city has made huge advancements since I first drank from the water well in the middle of a city street. Continue reading
Others may prefer their witches and warlocks, their vampires and zombies, but I contend that the truly frightening Halloween stories are those that gain their power from the depravity of the worst of human behavior. Just take Ray Bradbury’s “The October Game.” Continue reading
Authors go about their work in different ways. My first novel (WRANGLE) was inspired by my uncle’s quarter horse ranch in Texas. My second novel (unpublished) grew out of my West Coast experience with migrant farm workers. My third novel (in progress) comes from my family’s Scots-Irish roots.
Driving around Arlington often triggers memories for me and when I happened upon the Clyde R. Ashworth Elementary School on Silo Road, the feelings were particularly tender because I remember the man. Continue reading
In the western oater, it’s always the cowboy in the white hat that wins. What’s really satisfying is when it happens in real life – like the Waller County Citizens Against the Landfill victory recently. Continue reading
By the time one has lived nearly 8 decades, I think we have developed unique views of life and personal strategies for dealing with its vagaries. For me it has been my constant habit of embracing my current chapter and “leaning forward” into my next. Continue reading