A Prayer for the Tired, the Poor, and the Yearning-to-Be-Free
Today I found myself reading the words etched into the Statue of Liberty — words I’ve known for years but suddenly felt in a deeper way. “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…” That little poem, written by Emma Lazarus, wasn’t meant to be political. It was meant to…
Muster Up and Vote!
It’s decision time, friends — early voting has officially begun here in Austin! And once again, Carl and I are stoked (yes, stoked!) to be serving as election officials. No, this isn’t a major presidential primary — but don’t let that fool you. State and local propositions are where a lot of real-life decisions are…
Lost but Found, Darkness but Light, Blind but Sight
Just after our Thanksgiving meal, it was time for my family photo session in Frisco. I missed four of the grands for this occasion, but nine of us would satisfy this photo-hungry Nana! Getting ready to pile into the cars, my grandson Payton, Mr. Enthusiasm and brimming with pent-up energy, proceeds to go into one…