The Homeplace

I must admit, I am behind on my plan to publish “A Most Improbable Millionaire” by December 2020. I’m going to blame it on this strange, busy year and being a novice at the publishing process. In between the busy, I did take some time to get back to Texas—my home state. Normally I go home to make my annual pilgrimage to Kyle Field to watch Aggie football with my Dad. This time my fall trip was about visiting with my parents and seeing the new home they finished earlier this year. It is very nice; we call it The Homeplace. 

The Homeplace is shaded by Oak trees, has southern shudders on all the windows, an open kitchen, cozy living spaces, screened in back porch, and separate shed for my Dad to tinker. Squirrels and birds dart around in the backyard while Charlie watches ready to stalk as best as a nine-year old Springer Spaniel can. While visiting, Dad and I went to boxing several mornings, Mom whipped up some of my favorites recipes, and we all watched three seasons of Yellowstone.  

On top of my time at The Homeplace with my parents, I got the bonus of seeing both my sisters and niece and nephew as well. My time in Texas always feels good, like a spa for my soul. I sure do love the geography of California, but it is impossible to be the people of Texas—especially my family at The Homeplace.