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I was raised in Houston by a single mother who did it all. Most of what I am is from her. My respect and admiration for women begins with her. And my embrace of humanity despite its rough edges is due to her. Growing up, I watched her work hard, get paid half what the men made, go to night school to become a CPA, and complete an art degree at university. And I remember when, in 1973, it was finally legal for her to get a credit card in her own name. Foley’s, the department store. For school clothes. For me.
And when I was nine years old, my mother sent me to summer camp in Wimberley. My first trip away from that crowded and unbearably hot city. How I fell in love with Wimberley, with the hills, with the kindness of Mr. Tingle, the old man who ran the camp. Rim Rock Ranch isn’t there any more, but it’s the richest part of my childhood memories, and the basis for my love of Hays County and its hills, rivers, and its people.
After high school, I played music in a band and travelled for a decade. Even after going to college and law school, I feel this period was an important education. Once I went through the schooling to become a lawyer, I began practicing in Hays and Travis counties. It wasn’t long before I realized that I loved Hays County and didn’t care too much for the traffic of Austin. So I put down roots here and limited my practice to criminal cases in Hays County. I followed my heart out to California for a few years, but was so relieved when I was able to come home.
Now I live in Wimberley with my family and two big dogs. We all love it here. We’re staying. Now, I only want the county I love to grow up and become what it can be, the most beautiful county in Texas.