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Shelley’s Blog

Recently I received a request from my newly hired publicist for a "head shot."  It sounded simple enough. I clicked on a couple of photos used by the press previously for my book and off they went. "Can't use. Low resolution.  If you can't fix it, send something else."  And yet the press, two newspapers, and others had reproduced the shot without fuzziness. Maybe it was just my glasses. I wrote back to my good friend, David, who made the original shot. "Take out the turkey neck while you are at...

Back some time in the l980s (do we speak in decades now?) I decided to plant some Arizona Cypress trees at my Vega house.  Fast growing, drought resistant.  The house sits in the middle of a prairie; I've always said no matter what I tried to do with the yard, I lived in the middle of a prairie. Daddy teased me about the trees.  "They're not going to be tall enough to shade your grave," he jibed even as he helped me dig the holes.  That was Daddy: he...

Texas Highways magazine has asked me to write an article ("IF there are museums, IF there are restaurants") about Highway 385.  I'm talking about 385 from Vega to Boys' Ranch, or as I still like to call it, Old Tascosa. It's a travel magazine, right?  So there needs to be something to see--several somethings.  The guy sending the email requesting the article allowed there might not be enough to write about. I want to say, yes there is: this was an old bison road (bison being the proper term for...