The Love Story.4

Life at the Grey Submarine wound its way through January’s cold days, and was full to the brim of the sweet nectar of home we take for granted, or intentionally savor while we’re still there. My thoughts were full of ‘that Barrett Boy’, as Daddy called him, and once or twice I thought back on…

The Love Story. 3

Saturday, January 5, 2014 Well, and so he asked if we might write. That steep, lanky frame bent over the back of my pew and at the end of those lanky Texan legs were a pair of splendid boots, worn in and tough and careless. The mouth of this tall, easy frame was saying,  “Before you…

The Love Story. 2

“Sunday Evening – well, midnight 12.29.13  It was the last huzzah. The boys were over. We had company over to lunch today. Mama made delicious hot spoon rolls. Daddy had to stay home from church so mama stayed with him. By the time we got home daddy was feeling better, but he stayed in his corner…

The Story. 1

It was a sunny day in November, the 19th, 2013 to be exact. I was sitting at my desk in an in-between moment, having just finished an editing project, when from the very top of my head a name plopped into my brain. I said the name aloud to myself, and asked, “I wonder whatever…

At Home In Texas

We’re home. Home, that’s such a nice word; and yet, a year ago I could hardly bring myself to apply it to my little place in Texas. When I flew over the rugged landscape of brown checked fields and dusty plains I remember writing down in my journal that nothing of this barren place draws…

Opening

My Dearest Watson is a story of JB – a Texas Man, myself – a Georgia Girl and our baby, who is a Georgia Belle and a Texas Rose.  We’ve been married just over a year and a half and regularly travel the West Plains with JB’s job. I’m a fan of cowboys, horses and…