This is my mother, Julia Florine, who gave me life (thankyou, Mama), and left this world far too soon...before even reaching 60. If you look at the background, you can see we were poor..dirt poor, but my mother taught me to see beauty in everything... This is my sister, Norma Jean, (the pretty one); I'm the one trying to grab the telephone away,and looking just plain onery...She wants nothing to do with me...fact is, I don't even know where she is...One reaches a point in life, where one has to cast off these sad things...I have..
The sun is shining into my dining room, and beckoning me to go out for a walk, before it gets too hot...this is Texas, you know....
There has been so much tragedy in the world and this country of late, that I go to bed in tears many nights...I am trying to regain my center...to realize there are things about which I can do nothing, but to try to do something -
I took this photo years ago, on our farm...I call it "Romantic America"...If you click on it (twice), you will see an ant on the apple...That's how I feel in this world...a speck...but, specks can make a difference, as well.
I am embarking on a new endeavor with a wonderful, talented, young designer...more to follow...Treasure this day...I know I shall.