Blue in Texas is
- December 22
- Proud mom to a 3rd grade son, wife of an artist/ artisan, liberal, former urban professional marooned in the sands of West TX
MY RECENT POSTS
- Life Goes On
November 15, 2012 09:22PM
- Strain in the marriage: The
state of Red Texas' Union
November 11, 2012 03:47PM
- Judge Head just said it out
August 26, 2012 02:31PM
- What if it happens again?
Stolen vote 2012 edition.
August 10, 2012 03:19PM
- The backwards-sideways 21st
August 07, 2012 04:06PM
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- “This piece captures so
many layers of feeling,
wonderfully. I wish you
January 19, 2013 07:56PM
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- “Nothing to say except
that I am here, reading.
November 16, 2012 07:11PM
Laura Deurmyer's Links
Change, even the slightest change, is hard for adults. Move my office down the hallway? Foist Office 2010 on me? Make me live in a different neighborhood or change careers? Subject me to divorce? I experience stress in varying degrees, manifested by everything from sotto… Read full post »
The type of fear provoking slight dizziness followed by a rush of power to your limbs and finished off with paralyzed confusion; it is thankfully something we rarely have to deal with in our sheltered lives. You never know how you will react when you encounter it.
In forty-three ye… Read full post »
Quietly, Daddy has spent a lifetime as a human buffer zone, hovering between me and my mom, my mom and her sister, my mom and the neighbors.
Daddy was so self-effacing and faded into the background of our family drama to such a degree that no particular father's day stands… Read full post »
Being a reader of internet news, a bleeding heart progressive and someone who is inherently leery of corporate intentions, I have been horrified and depressed by the British Petroleum oil spill since it happened.
Though the plains of West TX are far removed from the marshes and shores of the… Read full post »
Nothing. No work, no blogging, no accomplishments of any kind. No re-categorizing the bookcases, re-painting the kitchen or planting the front flower bed. No travels to exotic destinations, no elaborate projects, no big outings for grown-ups or children. Nothing. … Read full post »
Last week, I had to travel on business.
In the old days, the days of the unlimited corporate expense account, the client-funded expensive wines and the jaunts to five star restaurants, traveling for business was a treat that I looked forward to eagerly. With no one needing… Read full post »
Purse dangling from one hand, car keys clenched between my thumb and forefinger, I pushed the shopping cart across the parking lot with my other hand, trying to compensate for the slightly crooked wheel. Giving it a mighty shove, I released it into the shopping cart holder and turned to… Read full post »
Painting, Oil on Canvas
Saint-Rémy: October, 1889
Norton Simon Museum of
Pasadena, California, United States of America, North America
F: 637, JH: 1796
Last night I was standing outside my neighbor’s house discussing her effort to sell her property. D/… Read full post »
1. My favourite word- Plaid. I just like the way it sounds. “Plaid” – say it a few times – bet you laugh.
2. Least favourite word - Synergy. Usually this means that someone thinks I can do some part of their job for them so they don’t have to.… Read full post »
Like so many women, my whole life has been largely defined by my relationship to my mom. When I consider my personality traits, my usual comparison point is that I am “like” my mom or “not like” my mom. In my desperate attempts to escape from he… Read full post »
I have a love-hate relationship with my clothes now. Years and years of gleefully trolling thrift and vintage shops for just the right find don’t vanish from your consciousness just because all of a sudden you don’t like the way you look in anything.
My clothing and shoe addic… Read full post »
I self-identify as a Democrat. True, it’s a less fervent identification than my identity as a Texas Longhorn, but it’s a long-held identification, passed through two generations. My parents are New Deal Democrats, my grandparents on both sides were New Deal Democrats.&n… Read full post »
Nothing brings out the dithering biddy in me like swimsuit shopping. I have been pursuing this activity online for the past hour or so; it makes me feel like gnashing my teeth and tearing my hair.
I simply cannot envision the happy hours our family will be sp… Read full post »
I bring two distinct and sometimes warring perceptions to bear on media accounts of adoptions. I am an adoptee – adopted at birth during what is known as the Baby Scoop Era. I have also been a foster parent who tried unsuccessfully to adopt a baby I loved.
If women are… Read full post »
Like many latte-sipping, endive-munching liberals, I hate Wal -Mart. Whenever possible, I avoid the retail behemoth like the plague, not an easy task in a town where the three largest stores are Wal -Marts.
However, one can get only so much of one's nutritional… Read full post »
Last weekend, I came as close to understanding my Mom as I have ever come. It was a beautiful day last Saturday – one of those rare West Texas days when the azure sky, puffy white clouds, bursting redbud trees and myriad bird songs combine to convince you that there had/… Read full post »
She spun around, stared at her messy bed with its crocheted spread and plunked down on the carpeted floor. There was nowhere else to sit. Tiny, stupid room. Tiny, stupid life.
Defiantly, she reached out and turned up her cassette player. The bells from Asia’s “Wild/… Read full post »
Here in Texas, guns are an integral part of life. Many children have parents who hunt. People living out on ranches need a shotgun leaning in the mud room to take care of that rattler waiting on the front porch. And 200,000 Texans and counting have a conceale/… Read full post »
The deli counter at WalMart ordering party trays was the last place I expected to have an emotional revelation. But I turned around and there she was - an infant with chubby cheeks, laughing brown eyes and those curls. Curls looking just like those of the foster daughter our family loved,… Read full post »
One of my friends is a tanning bed aficionado. She is blessed with beautiful olive skin; nearly wrinkle- free in her forties, she just feels prettier with a little blush of the summer sun, even as the forty mile per hour West Texas winds howl across the plains in the dead/… Read full post »
I just read an article in my local paper online about the final House health care debate. This article attempted to justify the outrageous outburst from our Representative, the initially unidentified member who shouted "baby killer" at fellow pro-life Representative Bart Stupak.… Read full post »
Austin, though a smallish city of around 500,000 at the time, seemed so much larger, so much more cosmopolitan than Tulsa. The kids walking the drag with purple Mohawks or dreadlocks wrapped in colorful headscarves seemed sincere about it somehow, unlike the few chara… Read full post »
My first marriage washed away on a tide of green beer at Birraporetti's in San Antonio. For years, I thought that would be the tragedy that defined my life; it has turned out to be the luckiest strike possible.
When I escaped to the University of Texas at Austin in 1989,… Read full post »
I have a problem. It's one I've just discovered; I've been either blind or in denial most of my adult life about it. But recent events have forced me to admit: I am officially a Lead Foot.
There, I've said it. I feel so much better. It's not something that goes… Read full post »
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