“I have read or been told that in a book of etiquette of the seventeenth century the very first rule forbids you to tell your dreams to other people, since they cannot possibly be of interest to them.” ― Isak Dinesen, Out of Africa and Shadows on the Grass Lately people have been talking to... Continue Reading →
“Strangely enough, I’m a bit of a writer myself.”
The title above is one of my favorite lines in the movie Shakespeare in Love. It's a scene where Shakespeare is chasing after Gwyneth Paltrow, (I don't remember her name in the movie) so he jumps in a small boat and the guy rowing the boat recognizes him as the great playwright. So out of... Continue Reading →
Coffee with Dad
I saw my dad yesterday. I saw him walking downtown on Main Street in McAllen. He had on his khaki pants and a dark blue shirt on with the "Rodriguez Auto Accessories" emblem on it. He was wrapped in a thin light brown jacket and walked with his hands in his pants pocket like he... Continue Reading →