So. As I sat in my office pondering what “three new rules” might mean and why we had not heard anything about them as stakeholders, there was a tap on my door. It was my friend the surveyor. “Mrs. Horton, I just wanted to make sure you understood the implications of what I told you.”…
Growing up on “The Farm” – Memories of Travis State School
Cathy Belliveau, Program DirectorDown Home Ranch I often wonder how we got there, and how it was that we all came to be created by that place, changed forever by our years there. It was as if I were meant to be there. Even in my earliest years I loved tagging along with Dad…
Welcome home
It’s been a few months since our friend Kevin died. As with any death, there are “affairs” to be put in order–the closing of accounts, paying off of balances, and such like. Kevin’s sister Colleen came in from Florida and spent the past six months with Kevin in the hospital. Now she is about to…
Don’t punish the disability
Yesterday as Jerry and I drove into Austin I read the scriptures for today’s Mass readings. The gospel was Jesus’ parable about the King who invited people to his son’s wedding feast, but everybody was too busy, saying “Nah, I gotta work this weekend” or “Sorry, I already have plans.” Well, words to that effect. …