yellow-crowned night-heron

Wild in Houston: An Island in the Lake at Hermann Park

Everywhere you look, something is happening. Yellow-crowned and Black-crowned Night-Herons wait along the treelined shore like feathered statues. Staring between the reeds and waterlilies with amber-beaded eyes, they survey the waters for an opportune fish. Butterflies? Every kind indigenous to Houston.

by Andrea Afra

Nice to Meet You

…It’s not their flaws or shadows or even their actions against us that are judged, but their intentions. Friends err; enemies calculate.

Garrett Snuff

Amateur Genealogy 101

I’ve spent several years piecing together my ancestry using the free tools available online, and you should as well! It’s a hobby with a purpose that combines detective work, memory, intuition, and imagination.

Calm before the storm

One strand

When in your dreams and your heart the ground is solid, and your strand of trust and love is woven around your partner’s strand to form a single cord able to support the heaviest burdens, yet…

Alex_Grey-One

Cleave

Cleave to the highest concept of who you are; abandon doubt that blinds you of your utmost vision.

Fernand Khnopff-A Mask, circa 1897

Words’ Worth

When we bare our fears and weaknesses, our twisted pasts and uncertain futures, we get a little closer to understanding we’re not alone in our doubts.

William Cheselden’s Osteographia, 1733 and The Anatomy of the Human Body, 1740

Your Witness

Some believe that life is the result of a universal accident and the chemical flux in our bodies deludes us into thinking we’re more than just its hapless, unanchored subjects. It baffles me to hear such yielding certainty, especially when it is quite apparent that