Communicate. Empower. Transcend.
We have a family tradition of gathering on Sundays at BurgerFi in South Austin. BurgerFi, a small and seemingly little-known chain, happens to make some of the best burgers in town: grass-fed, hormone-free, organic beef that simply tastes better than most burgers I’ve tried. The place is located at Mopac and Slaughter Lane, in the Alamo Slaughter shopping center.read more
I sense that all humanity is one beautifully complex and vibrating ecosystem. Like plants and animals coexisting in our natural world, we humans live side by side in the global communities we’ve built.read more
We are a nation of immigrants: generations and generations of us. I am the great-granddaughter of a Scot-Irishman, the granddaughter of a German coal miner; I am the daughter of a woman who started work at the Wrangler Jeans factory in Coal County, OK, when I was four years old (that factory closed and the business moved to Mexico about 15-20 years ago). My late father was a rancher who took a day job paving roads in Oklahoma and Texas. I come from hard working, strong people.read more
I have big plans today and invite you to join me. Today, we’re going to spread love everywhere we go. We won’t walk up to strangers and say, “I Love You,” but we will live fully with love in our hearts. All we need is love, right?read more
By the age of six I understood kairos and retreated into this state as often as I could. Looking back I now thank the trickster, the backward clock. The ripple effect of its presence quite possibly left me with an uncanny ability to move backward, not literally, but seemingly as if in retrograde (from the Latin word retrogradus – meaning “backward-step”). Not that I am backward thinking, but that I think in a backward motion.read more
I woke to a morning when nothing seems right. Not even my favorite sweater feels good. I instantly rip it off, then slide into an oversized t-shirt, next a brightly colored blouse, then reluctantly go back to the sweater.
Do men experience days like these? Or is this solely women’s territory? Does this odd behavior indicate an identity crisis? Or is it just “closet fog”? I’ve decided this ritual must serve some purpose or another; otherwise we wouldn’t voluntarily torture ourselves, would we?read more