Aug 14 2019
Unusually cold for California... and I left my jacket at the security checkpoint in Dallas. Huddling inside THE Wally McCrae’s cozy oversized jacket in the refrigerator-like green room, telling myself to remember this moment. Packed room, lively audiences... CDs disappearing…
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Jan 30 2019
Summer of 2017 a call came to my cell phone out of the blue. It was a friendly lady who said she was an American Idol casting producer.
Skip the audition lines; we are interested in you being on the…
Jul 25 2017
The round pen sits stagnant. Freshly mowed, but abandoned all the same; the barrels inside blown askew and the gate hanging open like it might've rusted that way.
A background theme of muttering tree locusts and a partially baked evening…
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Jul 7 2017
My yard is drowning in tennis balls. Yet they are so effectively hidden in the like-colored grass and unlikely-to-be-looked-at treetops that upon first glance, one would never guess it.
While indulging repeated rounds of fetch, I hazily philosophize: the temporary…
Jan 13 2016
I lament the brevity of warm and happy afternoon sunshine.
It has already begun its withdrawal from the living room window, and from my back, as minutes tick closer to evening...it was just the thing I needed to chase the…
Oct 21 2015
(after 28 shows in the last 30 days, 4 states and 1 foreign country....)
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Carefree, intermittent tail swishing. One horse standing at a comradely nearness, eyes closed in a 3 legged stance, contentedly soaking the morning sun into his…
Jun 25 2015
Today is the first sunshine I’ve seen in weeks, and I’m celebrating with a watermelon. Nothing says sun and summer like that does.The springtime has been wildly wet and stormy, and I can't complain.
But staying indoors as much as…
Nov 26 2014
The banks of the road are white. Not in a fluffy and pristine way; but even with its secondhand, sun-shriveled look, the snow excites me. I am a Texan, after all.
We are driving home from Albuquerque, where the WMA…
Nov 9 2014
Today is rainy. A chili type day, though I don’t have any.
The horses are muddy. Velvet's mane curls up in the wet weather like mine does...it's delightful. I can see her through the window; I go out to nuzzle…