weeping willow waves fireflies twinkle afar to bid summer farewell put away the white in the tradition of old Labor Day is here Georgia heat does not respect the calendar so fall will not come soon
Month: August 2014
A Walk, A Weeping Willow, and Magical Memories
This evening in the sweltering Georgia heat our Princess and I took Miss Sophie out for her evening constitutional. Many are bidding summer adieu and proclaiming this the last weekend of summer. Yeah, I don't think Georgia got the memo. She's still blazing like a great ball of fire. We walked along with my girl talking… Continue reading A Walk, A Weeping Willow, and Magical Memories
Barbecue Sauce is Full of Grace
As part of our program this year, we are reading books that have movies adapted from them. (Ahem. Doesn't that sound nice--"program"? Makes me sound much more organized than I actually am. Yes, let's go with that--program.) We are reading and then watching. I found out that Emma Watson (of Harry Potter fame) stars in a… Continue reading Barbecue Sauce is Full of Grace
A Theology Lesson from Cooter
What would you do when your seven-year old young'un has done "run oft" when he's supposed to be doing his school lessons? Yeah, me too. What if you find him curled up on the couch reading a book? Yeah, it's a little harder to be firm, but still, he needs to work on his handwriting and his math,… Continue reading A Theology Lesson from Cooter
So My Children Were Talking…..And What Came Next
I hope that what I've written here doesn't offend anyone, and that you don't find it irreverent. There's just something that stirs within you when you find your 7- and 9-year-old children discussing your estate. And when it gets stirred you have to do something with THAT, obviously, so this is what came next. Here… Continue reading So My Children Were Talking…..And What Came Next
Breathe, Shirley
It's been over a year and a half since my dearfriend had her out-patient procedure. The one that gave us the words that we go back to and use with each other so much. Breathe, Shirley. She went in to have the procedure and was put under anesthesia. She doesn't remember a thing until she started waking up. … Continue reading Breathe, Shirley
To Have the World Stop Spinning
So we're having some work done here at the house. Good work. Nothing wrong. Just taking one more step to make it ours. I'm very much like my Daddy, who, in conversation with his brother-in-law one time, said something about Blackberry Flats finally starting to feel like home. I was grown y'all. They had been… Continue reading To Have the World Stop Spinning
Just a Bowl of Butterbeans
In the past week or two, I've had a couple of friends discussing favorite foods and they have asked me what "my people" ate. Do I eat grits? Yes. Do I like okra? Anyway you want to serve it--absolutely! Chopped onions on my black-eyed peas? Step back and watch me go. Do I love buttermilk and cornbread? While… Continue reading Just a Bowl of Butterbeans
Beep Beep Boop
So as seems to keep happening in this world, at least in my world, things keep changing. I mean, I just found out that "Mystery Science Theater 3000" is still out there, only the newer ones are different. Well, that's disappointing. And don't even get me started on when Steve left "Blues Clues." I grieved… Continue reading Beep Beep Boop
On Dreaming Big
There's a woman in the Democratic Republic of Congo standing there. In her lovely, colorful dress she stands in the middle of some, by our standards, humble dwellings. The photographer Brandon asks her, "What's your biggest dream?" The woman, almost smiling as the camera clicks, replies, "To be the mother of a doctor, the mother of a minister, the… Continue reading On Dreaming Big
I Might Need A Nap 