Meet Amora
We have been a dog-less for two years. But as of Wednesday that has changed. Meet Amora \r\n\r\nShe came to us from Los Cabos, Mexico via Rescue Faerie, who work with the Los Cabos...
We have been a dog-less for two years. But as of Wednesday that has changed. Meet Amora \r\n\r\nShe came to us from Los Cabos, Mexico via Rescue Faerie, who work with the Los Cabos...
In the United States south, it’s believed that eating black-eyed peas will bring luck for the new year and that’s something my family has done for every year that I can remember. The only...
Tom can’t have Nutella because it contains peanut oil (what’s with that?). On a trip to Cost Plus, we found a Dark Chocolate spread, we just assumed was their version of the hazelnut chocolate spread...
The excuse was the 20-yr reunion for the Thomas Jefferson class of 1976. But it was really about seeing old friends.
TheHudsons is all about pictures, and I have been neglecting it. In the course of a month I received two emails with requests to “give up” TheHudsons.com domain. Coincidentally, both were photographers whose last...
We have visited the state of Hawai’i many times in the past 32 years. While most of our visits have been to the Big Island of Hawai’i, since 2010 we’ve escaped the December cool...
In my memory, I have obsessed about two pieces of art. The first was a watercolor that Tom’s mother, Polly, painted of Gold Beach. It’s an ordinary seascape except for the three figures flying...
I may not look like it, but I am a child of the south. Adopted by parents from North Carolina and Texas, I was raised to the slogan “grits is groceries.” My grits are...
Twenty-plus years of Holiday Parties. Gallons of eggnog. Tons of food. Lots of friends—most of whom I’m happy to say we are in touch with still. If you ever attended a Hudson Holiday Party,...
…to quote Andy when I posted his picture from 2001 to Facebook. I am having too much fun going through old folders of pictures. This time it’s back to the summer of 2001 when...
My high school experience wasn’t the wonderful time that some people have—getting caught in the forced integration of the mid-seventies and having to change schools my junior year. It was Evelyn’s friendship that got...