In you, little flower, I see an orange.  A Valencia, according to the tag wrapped around your mother tree when I brought it home from Wabash.  Until then, I will be grateful for your beauty and scent.

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1)  The suburbs can be scary:  Recently a couple of Cinco Ranch high school students wrote a satirical op-ed piece about students and families from other high schools using Cinco Ranch-area chain restaurants as hang-outs.  This past Friday the students from Cinco Ranch and the other area high schools apparently used Facebook to stage a [...]

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midnight, 14 February While I write this entry Grandma sleeps finally peacefully at a hospice facility just a short distance from my high school in San Antonio.  Earlier today I watched her breathing and thought of family bunco games on New Year’s Eve (lots of laughing and screaming) and magical punches in old-fashioned punch bowls [...]

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The world has just received a heavy dusting of confectioner’s sugar, falling since dinner-time.  The broad leaves of the corn in the patio sag with the weight; David’s tractor and dump truck are full of small loads of snow.  In the sky we see brief flashes of light; not lightning, but flashes from the cameras [...]

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Last Sunday, after I lazed around all morning while Matt took C&D out, somewhere: Me:  David, where did you go? David:  On a hike with sticks. Me:  Great!  Did you go to the Arboretum? David:  No. Me:  Oh.  Did you go the park with lakes and alligators?  David:  NO.  We went to the hike with [...]

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This blog has evolved from serving as a baby scrapbook and newsletter to the new grandmas (the Pitter Patter Periodical) into a new site (GoJoyceGo) that functions as both a personal journal and a family record that I’ve allowed all of you access.  I hope that some of you benefit from the information on brain [...]

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Earlier this week a friend e-mailed me with the news that Dorival Caymmi died recently.  "He was a great Brazilian songwriter and singer," he writes.  "The Grandfather of Bossa Nova."  You know what Bossa Nova is if you can hum the tune to "The Girl from Ipanema".  You’ve probably heard the famous Getz/Gilberto recording or [...]

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