I have known, and loved, Len Bourland for a long time. We were both writers, mothers, and married to physicians when we met back in the ’80s. Moving to Dallas from New York City, switching roles from working producer to freelancing mom, was sort of shocking to my then much younger system. Meeting Len was amazing: a woman who, like me, lived to write. A writer who actually had a regular column we all devoured, laughed over, but most importantly identified with. Great writers make themselves jump out on the page, bring you into their hearts, pull you into their lives, and leave you as a close friend. A friend you can identify with.
That was, and still is, Len’s award-winning regular column in Park Cities People. From Carpool Capers to At Our House, we enjoyed her stories of the “halcyon days” when we didn’t have car seats with five point locking systems. Like the time she and her neighbor donned rubber gloves, long sleeves, swim goggles, bandanas and shower caps to jump-start a car — after all, the battery warning label said “Caution! Batteries Contain Acid, Which Can Explode!”. It was I Love Lucy meets The Brady Bunch.
Her book, “Normal’s Just a Cycle on a Washing Machine” is a collection of all those fun columns, raising a family in the Park Cities, the “quintessential Reagan-era stay-at-home mom dream in the Big D”. But it’s also the story of a woman who, like most of us, launches a family with sparkly eyes and a big, loving heart, then sees it turn upside down before her eyes. Len manages to keep it together, “mop up and move on”, and find a new life and career through real estate at Briggs Freeman Sotheby’s on Lovers Lane.
And by the way, if you can answer the real estate “riddle” at the end of this post, Len will send you a copy of her book, which is for sale on Amazon, at Preston Royal Barnes & Noble, St. Michael’s Women’s Exchange, Church of the Incarnation and St. Michaels & All Angels Church.