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Cakes, Cookies, and Circling Close

Today was our family's Fall Hootenanny, and this beauty was waiting to greet me when I walked through the door. That right there is a genuine Ten Layer Chocolate Cake.  My Aunt made it because she was thinking of my Granny, her Mama.  It took her a whole afternoon to make it.  What a gift… Continue reading Cakes, Cookies, and Circling Close

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the eerie light and Irish Spring

after a day of playing tag before the heat of noon chased us indoors to have a sandwich or a buttered biscuit leftover from last night's supper and marathon sessions of Monopoly or building frog villages in the sand pile under the big tree complete with parking garages for the Matchbox cars that all too… Continue reading the eerie light and Irish Spring

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Riding Shotgun

Some of my fondest memories from when I was little are riding shotgun with my Daddy.  We played this game until he would finally have enough and stop it--bless him, I'm sure it went on way longer than he could have possibly wanted it to: Me:  What'd you say? Him:  What'd you say I said?… Continue reading Riding Shotgun

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Maybe I Should Wear a Cone of Shame

I don't know that I've ever had a Monday so stereotypical as this past Monday. You know, one where you'd really rather just pull the covers up over your head and go back to sleep? Yeah.  That was my morning.  Between me and Miss Sophie, we stayed in the road for appointments.   One in… Continue reading Maybe I Should Wear a Cone of Shame

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It’s All Yours, Uncle Willie

So we've finished our whirlwind trip from my beloved plains of Georgia to the beautiful hill country of Texas. Before we left, my sweet sisterfriend surprised me by leaving a copy of Willie Nelson's new book on my front porch--since we were headed to his stomping grounds, it made sense. Ever since, apropos to our… Continue reading It’s All Yours, Uncle Willie

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A Legacy of Loving

Thursday evening as we pulled into the middle school parking lot, arriving for the littles' gymnastic recital, Cooter piped up from the backseat, "I wish Maemae weren't dead." Oh my heart.  Bless him.  Me too, baby boy.  Me too. I'm not sure what prompted him to feel that, but maybe it's because she was there… Continue reading A Legacy of Loving

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the song I seek to live

as he played the guitar and told his stories in song, the smell of coffee permeated the air, the dull roar of the blender and quiet conversations the only other sounds in the shop I watched him play, his fingers strong and pliable his voice smooth and folksy and the lyrics took me back in… Continue reading the song I seek to live

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the gift of choosing good

Two years ago, I read this essay from the "This I Believe" series on NPR--"Always Go to the Funeral."  Daddy had passed only two months before so this lesson taught to attorney Deirdre Sullivan of Brooklyn, New York by her father was very precious to me.  It speaks a truth that goes beyond showing up at… Continue reading the gift of choosing good

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Why I’m Lord Business and Other Lessons from The Lego Movie

The rule in our family is we celebrate birthdays for more than just the one day.  So Happy Birthday Weekend to my baby boy! Today we went to Lego Building School with Bricks 4 Kidz.  After we went to lunch at his favorite pizza place.  He loves him some pizza, and we ALWAYS get our… Continue reading Why I’m Lord Business and Other Lessons from The Lego Movie