Recently I went back home and spent a few days where I was as a child and driving the through the back roads that were evergreen with pastures and twists and turns and I found myself at the old pond that I fished in as a child. T Lane and Sally’s fishpond in fact...
Houston’s Award Winning Columnist | Alisa Murray’s “Living the Sweet Life” June 2015 | #alisamurray
Living The SweetLife : Thinking about your Transition June 2015 So I want to get you thinking about something that most of you will not want to do. I want you to start thinking about what you want to happen when you are no longer amongst the living. Recently I...
Houston Award winning columnist | Alisa Murray’s Living the Sweet Life March 2015 | #alisamurray
Living the Sweetlife : Study the facts So ya’ll can call me old school but I am really having a hard time having patience with this measles thing; as a mother, as an educated person and as a doctor’s daughter. I am wondering why no one is demanding that in any public space if you...
Alisa Murray’s Living the Sweetlife “Hope and Inspiration ten years in retrospect” #alisamurraywrites
Living the Sweetlife: October 2014 Hope and Inspiration in Retrospect I remember her sparkly blue eyes and her infectious laugh the very most. Then when I think of her my mind goes to her two beautiful young daughters. I am pleased that she will be a part of my life forever…(Alisa Murray, Artist...
Alisa Murray’s Living the Sweet Life: Lost and Found Finding Father’s Day Treasures in Nana’s Pocketbook
A few days ago I was digging around in my closet and for some reason I glanced up and saw my Nana’s black pocketbook. I grabbed it and opened it up knowing there would be something inside. Nana used to always keep things in her purses and drawers and I remember as a child...
Living the Sweetlife: Hysterical & Heartbroken
Living the Sweetlife: Heartbroken and Hysterical March 2014 In 1994 I was doing a wedding and at the rehearsal dinner at Los Alamados one of the dear children tugged on my dress and pointed outside and shouted “kitty!” It was November and quite a cold evening. I went out into it and bent down...