“I write for an hour every morning, no matter what!” my friend Delia says. How I admire her discipline! Life fuels my writing and life gets in the way of my writing, too. I know that every writer has his or her own means of getting their work done. Delia wakes up in the wee hours of the morning and [...]
It was Mama’s glorious gift of music that inspired me to express myself through singing, acting and dancing at a very early age. I was forever changed as a child from hearing her play the piano. I studied ballet throughout my childhood and I used to dance around the house, reaching and stretching and twirling and turning as Mama [...]
When I was a child, my father was a busy doctor, the Chief of Cardiology at Baylor Hospital in Dallas. He worked very long hours during the week and often on the weekends. Travel was our one opportunity to be together as a family of four and when we traveled, we traveled well. I was only five years old went [...]
When I was growing up in Dallas, Mama always knew that she could keep my big sister Julie and me occupied with a stack of paper and crayons or a pen or a pencil. We would draw for hours on end at the kitchen table, singing silly songs at the top of our lungs. One of our favorite tunes was [...]
“Les, I’m real proud of ya’,” my stepdad A.C. had said to me while we sat out in the gazebo one balmy afternoon. It was the year 2000 and Mama was inside the house talking on the phone to her best friend Emily up in Oregon. We could hear the occasional howls of laughter as Mama’s voice rang out over [...]
