Articles by Linda Brendle

The 92nd annual Rains County Fair has come and gone, and many tired people in Emory and beyond can attest to its success. […]

Spontaneity used to scare me – probably because as a child and later as a teenager, when I said or did something without proper forethought, I usually ended up putting my foot in my mouth or doing something awkward and embarrassing. […]

The first Rains County Fair was held on the courthouse square in Emory from October 31 through November 1, 1930. A lot has changed since then. […]

Last week I wrote about the connections I make through my writing – but this week I’m going to share some of my least favorite aspects of being an author. As strange as it may seem, authors tend to be shy and introverted. […]

One of my favorite aspects of being a writer is the connections I make with people through my columns, my blogs and my books. Many of the connections come electronically through email or social media, and some even come by snail mail. […]

Kitty hasn’t had more than a passing mention this year, mostly because she’s become very settled and sedentary. She did, after all, celebrate her 7th birthday this spring – and in feline years, that’s mid-forties – not a kitten anymore. […]

Sundays have changed a lot since I was a kid, in fact, weekends in general were a lot different. Saturdays were sleep late days, but not very late. […]

The two most often-asked questions in our house are “What’s for dinner” and “Are the dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty.” […]

One of the main topics of conversation in northeast Texas for the last couple of weeks is the heat. […]

Two years after we moved to Emory in 2011 I wrote a column called “I’m a city girl, and I hate bugs!” In it I recounted three recent incidents that involved discovering a rather large bug in the glass from which I had just taken a swallow to wash down a couple of pills, the spontaneous dance I performed in the kitchen when a cricket made its way up the leg of my jeans, and the fate of a rather large spider that took up residence in our bath tub. […]