According to Frank Billingsley, “It’s coming, it is going to be a big one, and it is not going to miss us. This one is ours.” With Hurricane Ike charging toward the Texas Gulf Coast, his Houston audience filled bathtubs with water and piled blankets, radios, water, and dog beds into interior closets of their homes. They were ready to shelter in place. Since 1995, Frank, the chief meteorologist at
On a day when the bride and her mom tend to handle the details, I could not wait to tackle the assignment of helping my son select the groom’s cake for his upcoming wedding. Sitting down with the baker at an upscale Italian bakery in a trendy section of Brooklyn, we explained what we wanted. The gentleman, who had been baking panettone and cannoli and biscotti in this neighborhood long before
Jim Laurent is relaxing with a book in the straw-filled “home” he and his wife share in the cavernous exhibit hall. Their area is neatly swept, and a crockpot of chili is simmering on a cloth covered portable table. The background noise is a constant and comfortable lull – goats, pigs, and cows bellowing to get attention. One of the largest and richest rodeos in the world, the Houston Livestock
For those of you who don’t know the quiet thrill of sliding down a mountain – carving out turns and leaving tracks in the snow, relishing the scenery and the solitude – it is exhilarating. And always a little bit out of my comfort zone. When I try to imagine doing this with one leg, no sight, or without the ability to fully use my body to lean into a
