Found this at the library

some bookmark.

After a book talk

A bawdy and merry book club meeting tonight.

A powerful and soul-stirring show afterward, in the cold spring night at Sunken Gardens.

schoolgirls frozen in time

ursula's room hadn't changed a bit over the 13 years.

It was a comforting constant. I recharged there this week.

Reconnected and nourished those roots that reach deep

under the stately mission limestone of Jefferson High School.

Grandma's alma mater.

nestled in the bosom of my hometown

I sought solace from heart hurt

in the close, beer- and tripas-tinged air of

the market square conjunto festival.

Respite in the cramped and bustling line at the pan dulce counter.

Familiarity of strangers

and a kind gesture from another hungry soul.

I felt so centered and whole with

my roots reaching deep

into the fiesta-colored layers of my soul city.

knitting the heavens

the master

no one does twisty roots and knarled trees like Rackham.

I want to live in a Rackham world.

Aztlan

my favorite sound is a grackle, sacred to the saint of san antonio

lightning exhibition

victorian storm reverie

imagine listening to the thunder and strong rain from inside your musty library or parlor.

Do have another brandy to warm your bones.

hot house daydream

a misty fantasy escape. the perfect spot to take tea and speak with the plants.

one of the best things I've ever seen

people are wonderful

knit nite at candlelight

fancy night out

last night was a decadent, uproarious night at olorosa on a cold night on an empty South Alamo street. one for the ages.

indian allusions

of my dreams