7 red potatoes (baked in foil at 425 degrees, after rubbing with
olive oil, kosher salt and pepper), chopped in chunks
1/2 large onion chopped
2 large cloves garlic chopped finely
8 mini carrots chopped finely
1 small red pepper chopped
1 small green pepper chopped
3 T butter
Olive Oil for sauteing little veggies and rubbing potatoes
6-8 T flour
1 and 1/2 cups almond milk
1 container reduced sodium chicken broth
Several sprigs of fresh Rosemary
Fresh Parsley
1 Tsp. Sage
Kosher Salt

1. Wash potatoes, remove any unsightly eyes, stab each potato twice
with fork or knife, rub in olive oil, sprinkle with kosher salt,
pepper and wrap in foil.
2. Bake potatoes at 425 degrees for 45 minutes.
3. Saute chopped onion, carrot, red pepper, and green pepper in olive
oil until tender. Add chopped garlic and saute a few minutes more.
4. Add kosher salt and pepper to taste.
5. Add flour and stir constantly. Add 3 T butter and stir constantly.
6. Slowly add milk, bring to a boil and stir 2 minutes until thickened
7. Add small chunk potatoes and 1 cup sour cream. Stir well and



ENJOY a mug of warm, chunky, potato soup on your favorite cool FALL evening!
ENJOY a mug of warm, chunky, potato soup on your favorite cool FALL evening!


This is too fresh and cuts too deeply at the moment for me to appropriately memorialize one of our sweetest pets that has been such a joyful part of our lives. It is the Fall of the year, my favorite season, and yet, Fall symbolizes the circle of life, including having to say goodbye to those we love so much. It seems as though this time in our lives, death comes too frequently around us. Ms. Peaches died today. She had one more romp outside and climbed back in her house.
Ms. Peaches was so sweet and so precious. The entire family loved her ways and the manner in which she interacted with all of us. There will never be another Lop like her, but we were so blessed to have her join our family and be a part of our crazy lives. Animals give us so much and request just a little love in return.

Time will help us remember all of the “binks” and all of the happy moments with one so sweet.

Our Keller Bay

Keller Bay
Keller Bay


Keller Bay was a phenomenal yellow Labrador;
Was a Weddle;
Began his life with Jason in Austin;
Lured Lindsay’s heart close to both;
Loved Jason & Lindsay & friends;
Loved the college life;
Loved retrieving his ball and returning it over and over and over again
to anyone who threw it for him;
Loved playing with the guys;
Loved showing love to his family and close friends;
Loved Sonny;
Loved swimming in any body of water, especially Lake LBJ;
Loved wagging his tail to greet old friends;
Loved his life with Jason & Lindsay.

Grandma Fee called him her Gentle Giant;
Sweet Keller Bay;
Sweet Big Dog;
Sweet Sonny’s Buddy;
The Great Protector;

And then came his Baby Abigail;
Keller was her Knight–always watching her; always hovering over her;
always standing nearby, guarding her.
Keller adored Baby Abigail;
He let her lie on his back patting him softly;
He let her play with him roughly, patting his back with a little more
Keller responded to Abigail gently always, sweetly always;
He touched her face with his nose and made her giggle;
Abigail would say Keller was “my /Kejer/”; “my puppy”
Keller was “my play buddy”; “my doggy”; “my love”.
Keller was always there for Abigail.

Keller was always there for all of us.

We will love you forever, Keller–
You were the best of companions;
You were the brightest of canines;

You were our Weddle;
our Keller boy;
We will all miss you, big guy!


Emmylou Harris’ Bonaparte’s Retreat Rescue Organization

I just watched the most wonderful show on PBS-KERA, regarding Rescue Organizations in downtown Nashville. So many committed volunteers and foster families, willing to work tirelessly to save animals from euthanasia and lonely lives possibly including months in caged shelters. Emmy-Lou Harris started Bonaparte’s Retreat, a rescue shelter in her backyard. She and her staff person who cares for the animals also, go frequently to the Metro shelter and choose dogs to take back to their shelter, to love, train and foster these animals, until adoptive families can be found. Emmy-Lou’s organization participated with the metro shelter and other rescue centers to form a rescue pet shop. The pet shop participates with the centers in showing rescue animals to the public housed within the store and on display during musical animal rescue festivals within the city of Nashville. All of the persons involved in this rescue mission demonstrate so much love and caring for the animals and their stories (often unknown). Emmy-Lou Harris expresses her love for all of these animals verbally, as beautifully and clearly as she expresses her feelings through her beautiful songs.

Heart Walk, 2015

No matter how difficult it might be to awaken early and head out to Nelson Park, my deep appreciation for my second chance always seems to drive me to participate in this meaningful event!

Still living well 8 years post-operative aortic valve replacement!!  Thank you Dr. John Oswalt for giving me a second chance with the Ross procedure!
Still living well 8 years
post-operative aortic valve replacement!! Thank you Dr. John Oswalt for giving me a second chance with the Ross procedure!

Reassurance Mastered by a Two-Year-Old

When meeting the daunting task of having to say goodbye to one of your favorite “little” friends following a faraway visit: listen carefully to his/her method of handling your unwanted departure. Recently, I experienced this event with one of my favorite and brightest two-year-old buddies. She gave me one of her most precious pouting, thoughtful expressions and proceeded to review the sequence of events for the day that she had gathered from our conversations and actions: “Grandma and Terry going to Marble Falls, Ab going school, _____ drive car school, ____ pick Ab up, Mama come home, Mama come home see Ab.” Well done, Ab! Of course, I proceeded in following up with extending her language by repeating her well-spoken sequence of the day back to her, affirming her beliefs. Then,
she was all ready to say goodbye and get in the car to go to school.

We listen to our children and learn how they comfort themselves!

Space for Pottery

While attempting to care for our Shit-zu, Maxwell (recovering from major knee reconstruction) assisting him in mastering the odd spatial experiences resulting from wearing a bucket (Elizabethan collar) on his head, watering to keep plants that yearn for cool weather surviving in 89 degree October heat, leading 15-year-old Molly (our Pekingnese) and 16-year-old Mr. Buttons (half Pekingnese and half Shit-zu) in and out of the doors several times a day, calling repairmen to take care of “this old house”, card-making, writing letters, and performing other routine household tasks, I took time to enjoy several hours of pottery glazing with friend, DeAun, today. Glazing and painting: my relaxation, my happiness, my joy, amidst all of this somewhat self-created turmoil.
Pottery is a relationship between me and the clay; between me and my creative side.