Sheree's Blog (24)

He is a Leo, same as my dad was. But I don't think I view him as a father figure.



No, I'm certain I don't.



He was born in California; I don't hold that against him since he makes a better cowboy than any I've met here in Texas. Then too, they were cowboyin' out on the left coast long before it became cool to do so. And, like so many other things, they cowboy slow and easy out in California. Taking his time; I'd let him take his time. He… Continue

I'm going to cheat a bit on this one and add a blog I wrote a year ago on the anniversary. For one, I hate that the media will drag us all through those dark hours over and over and over as if the grief of the aftermath of that day weren't enough or none of us can remember and need to see it all again in order to recall it. I so wish they'd find more positive ways to honor those who died and those who must live on. And too, I think the question is a bit odd. How could we NOT all be changed…

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Dear Younger Person Who Thinks You've Got It All Sussed Out,

You don't. That's the first thing I know without a doubt as I look back over half a century of living. Until your knees start to crack when you walk and your back aches even when you've just gotten out of bed and your bladder won't hold half a beer for as long as it takes you to walk to the head and you really can't read the fine print and the thought of biting into a firm, crisp, green… Continue

Alaska. That's what I didn't do on my summer vacation, but secretly wished I had. I'm an Alaskaphile. I should probably be in a twelve-step program. I could claim my obsession is the direct result of living in a dust colored, pancake-flat, semi-arid state where the annual snowfall is measured in negative numbers. But the truth is, I have no idea where this came from. I just found it one day whilst rambling around inside my head and haven't been able to get rid of it. The closest I've been is… Continue