PONTIFICATIONS: Texas Thinkin'
YOU SAVED MY LIFE...
“You saved my life…” “I know you would have done the same for me, Father.” Do you remember the day I told you I was pregnant? Do you remember the worry, the uncertainty, your fear and wonder at the future? Do you remember I told you a day would come when it all would be made plain, the Hand of God in the life of the Son you had yet to meet?
NIGHT SHIFT
Night is falling; the sun descends, and the Spirits rise… welcome to the Night Shift. Hospitals by Day are Chrome and Glass glinting in the sun, clean hallways and busy lobbies… gardens provide comfort and cheer to those looking out the windows, the pleasantness of stone, grass and water. The promise of Babies is everpresent, the bearers of happy balloons…
Midnight ICU
Darkened hallways whisper in the Midnight ICU.R. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. What started as an urgent medical call ended with lessons in physics and gravity: a fire truck tumbled end over end to end with Chie…
A Letter from Texas
I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry - but it's over. This can't go on. It's not me... it's you. When you asked me to join with you, I was living on my own, and I had just escaped on abusive relationship. But you said you'd always put our relationship first, and that you'd never be the kind of controlling, domineering manipulator I just escaped. You were so brash,…
The Dark Days of Winter
The Power was out, and I was cold.R. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Not terribly cold - I have a wood stove. But as I poke the fire to stir the flames, I realise: roaring doesn’t keep the house warm if you use up…
HE WONDERED WHAT TRAVIS WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF HIS TEXANS NOW...
He wondered what Travis would have thought of his Texans now... I shall never surrender. The echo of those words lit a fire in the Watcher’s spirit, kindling a weary determination. Someday, somehow, Liberty would present herself again. She would wave from afar, then the Watcher would once again rise
Queen of the Texas Plains
Once upon a time, there was a cow. She was the most beautiful cow on Earth. Queen of the Texas Plains, she had great curling horns and a beautiful red-spotted coat, the camouflaging inheritance of a thousand generations come before her. She roamed the pastures of the Texas Savannahs with her children, successor to the noble Buffalo, tilling the earth wi…
What Would Elizabeth Barrett Browning Do?
Being sick is stupid and I hate being sick. It’s not the kind of sick where you have a really cool disease, like your friends come to your house to sympathize and stare at you from a respectful distance - or if you’ve really scored the sickness lottery, the kind of disease that makes them bring you ice cream. No, this is the kind of sickness that makes …
When Chainsaws Attack
I really shouldn’t go on Twitter. There, the kinder gentler souls of the internet are doing #writerslifts and tweetering about #amquerying. Scattered among the #rejectionletter and #writerlife tweets one can find usual “I wrote 20,000 words today and I just sold my 1.5 Millionth Book” congratulatories; these tweets cut like a knife, especially for those …
Through my Mother's Eyes
I finally worked up the courage to create my Illustrator Portfolio. This is a monumental achievement, because my self-identification as an illustrator is tangent to my ability to see myself an illustrator. For some reason, I can see myself as an Author
Hot Times in Texas
Ah the expectations of Fun in the Sun, Bar-Be-Ques in the yard, the warm breeze gently wafting beneath a cotton dress as I drift through a pasture filled with wildflowers… in Texas, that’s not summer - that was April 28th, from 2:15 - 2:45PM. The rest of the time it’s been Texas TerrorIce, Texas Tornadoes or Texas Toast. As we cuddle up next to a roarin…
The Headstones of Lost Prairie
When the Deaconess passed away, there was cake in the room. No one dared to eat it, though - they were waiting for the Angels to come and carry the Deaconess through the pearly gates. This was no hard task for the Angels, as the Deaconess was light and little, the most unassuming …
Dystopia in G Minor
Writers always enjoy getting new readers, but it is not an easy task to be seen amidst the cacophany of Creators. Fortunately, writers now have a brand new ally in the fight for views: the Goverment! Oh, it is a cause for concern to some. There is an ever-danger of intimidation, harrassment or even outright persecution when The Powers That Be take inter…
Dragonfly VS Storm
Limestone County, 6:57PM, 04/30/22 Blessings in life come in unexpected ways; due to the fortuitious placement of aforementioned dubble-wide in a last-century cottonfield, I have the remarkable ability to core punch from my back porch. While tracking this really classic little warned cell to the south, I took several quick photos for reference and whiske…
Calling down the gods
We’re playing Twister again this evening, and the spotters have been alerted. Supercells may develop, bringing damaging winds in excess of 60MPH, very large hail above 2’, and a growing possibility of tornadoes - some possibly strong, long track tornadoes. So it’s time to open the blinds and fire up the radars…
The Garden of D00m
Spring is coming. I know this because I’m looking at seed catalogues. This is the fantasy part of gardening, the imagining of tomatoes and cucumbers that springs from the darkness of winter, when all is a sea of mud and frost. But I heard the sun will come out tomorrow and that means I must plan the garden now.
Life on the Front Burner
I love making schedules; it reminds me of what I’m not going to do. … 6:00am - Wakey Wakey! 6:15am - Exercise 6:45am - Shower 7:00am - Devotional and Family Breakfast 7:30am - Feed and Water Livestock … That is my fantasy. This is my reality: …
Walking With the Dead
Writing a horror scene isn’t easy. One has to get in the mood, and for most of us, this involves the invocation of unnatural or supernatural events. The unseen or unknown provokes a terror that transcends the mundane. But inspiration can also come from this present Life. The natural invokes its own fear; the physical world provokes a primitive dread mor…
The Unbearable Lightness of Online Bedtime Stories
The voice is rich and mellow as the coffee I am sipping. I am sipping coffee at bedtime because of its soul-warming goodness, especially with chocolate almond milk in it - and that means I am going to be cranked to eleven for the next several hours unless I calm down. Hence, the bedtime stories - and of course, that brings with it yet more stress.
The Goat in the Room
Farms sound fun. Hay bales and baby animals cavorting in green pastures is the pastoral ideal- but frozen mud is the brutal reality. The Cats are not amused. This summer’s kittens are agog at the frigid slush; just yesterday, it was pleasantly warm to walk through the dried grasses, but now the little needles of ice surprise their fuzzy paws, and they c…
Froze Season is here - and it ain't happy
Texas is a beautiful place, where the sky tries to kill us regularly and the earth matches it in kind. There are four seasons of Texas Weather - Tornado Season, Fire Season, More Fire Season and Froze Season. In case you haven’t heard, Froze Season is now upon us. You will know it by the rush of patronage to all the fine establishments; milk, eggs,…