First Grade Two Times I was 5 when I went to first grade. I had a new red dress, white socks, and red shoes. My mother had made my dress and had braided my hair in two braids. I wasn’t nervous at all. We lived in Caney, Kansas, in a little house not far from…
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THE 3-2 PITCH
THE 3-2 PITCH By: Mrs. Artis Hinds Texas Coach magazine, March 1974 I met him in the fall; he was attractive, appealing, and sane! Little did I know in September of 1956 what forthcoming madness the springs of our lives would encompass. Now years later, I can only look back aghast at all that has…
The Kid and the Cowboy
For my birthday one year, my mom gave me all of her writings from 1960 to what was present day. In 1973, my dad had undergone open heart surgery, and they had been told he maybe had 8 years to live. Having trouble processing what was their new reality, she was assigned to write a…
Family Gifts: The River and Cards
Ever since I can remember my family has combatted boredom in two ways: 1.) Go to the river 2.) Play cards My personal favorite is to play cards at the river. This does not literally have to be on the banks of the river, although when camping that’s fun too. My family has a great…
resilience
dirty windows look upon a cottage from my dining room i keep a careful watch over bedroom curtains then i can see flickering lights if she wrestles with the night while i am awake writing silly poems about love as each day passes it will be harder to drive away the maturation process the…
Forgiveness: A Personal How-To
(San Marcos River at Scull Crossing) God grant me the serenity To accept the things I cannot change The courage to change the things I can And the wisdom to know the difference When it was the hardest to forgive others or myself, when it was the hardest to see my hand in every…
TELL ME ONE MORE TIME
When Ondy, my dad’s younger brother, tells a story everyone listens. Not only can he command your attention and make you laugh, but his stories are usually a reply to something you said or a perception he has about your life. He communicates through stories and dispenses advice and observation in this manner. As a…
MY FIRST BEER WITH THE COACH
Right around the time this picture was taken I had my first beer. I know what you are thinking. It’s one of my favorite reactions to get out of people, and it will never get old, ever. I was all of 2 ½ years old (30 months, 913 days). The picture is also…
MY RIVER TREASURES
Being a little sister is perhaps one of the greatest pleasures I have ever known. My very best childhood memories are with Big Nate and No 2 (because I respect what No 2 does for a living, and I love him dearly, I will in NO way try and sabotage his professional life with trivial…
THE REBIRTH OF GRIEF
In June of 1992, my life changed forever. My previous date of a life altering event was when my father passed away in February of 1980. At the age of 15, between my sophomore and junior year of high school, I attended a summer camp called Anytown, USA. Anytown, USA was sponsored by the National…
THE ENDURING MEMORY OF A COWBOY
Experiences are the foundation of life. Even though I have been a native Texan for most of my life, it wasn’t until I moved to rural New Mexico that I cultivated a deep love, respect, and admiration for cowboys. My life has always been on the periphery of cowboys and ranchers, but until I moved…
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