Author: aencoker

  • I Am Born

    “I am born.”  The first line of the Charles Dickens novel David Copperfield is appropriate for my first memoir blog entry, I think. It was Tuesday, January 6, 1959 when I made my entry into the world at the astonishing weight of only 4 pounds 13 ounces.  My mother was only 17, and my father…

  • Time to hit the reset button. . .

    2015 fades into 2016.  If you believed what television tells you, everyone celebrates with parties, noisemakers, champagne, and midnight kisses.  I daresay most people do what I did–say goodnight and go to bed, trusting that the new year will arrive whether I “usher it in” or not.  After all, it has managed to do so…

  • Out of the blue. . .

    I’m minding my own business, doing my weekly grocery, etc. shopping at our hometown big box discount store.  I pass the sporting goods department where my husband is perusing hunting supplies when I meet a nice-looking man who nods and says hello.  Thinking he is more friendly than most, I nod and say hello and…

  • Small Town, Big Impact

    “Everybody dies famous in a small town,” sings Miranda Lambert in her hit tune.  Small towns dot the landscape of Texas and every other state, and rarely get the attention they deserve.  You won’t hear names like Van, Lindale, Mineola, Gladewater, Big Sandy, Mabank, etc. as often as you hear Dallas, Houston, and Austin, but…

  • She’s here!

    My new granddaughter is finally here! I won’t bore you with the details of my daughter’s lengthy labor and delivery, but I will say we were all exhausted by the time Evelyn Rose arrived! It was all worth it, Don’t you agree? Watching my baby girl give birth to her own baby girl was an…