The past few weekends have found me watching a whole lot of football. Some exciting things were happening for teams down here in our parts. My little guy is a huge football fan, and I enjoy seeing his joy, so I've picked up watching and rooting for teams again. It brings back happy memories of… Continue reading Football and Other Team Sports
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Delta Dawn and Earworms
Isn't it interesting to hear songs now that you once sang out loud as a child? Does it ever make you cringe that you sang it, not knowing what the lyrics meant? So many songs from all those years ago I can still remember the lyrics to. One of my favorite radio stations is the… Continue reading Delta Dawn and Earworms
casserole kindness
the phone call came in the midst of the chaos and hearts aching and tears and all of the planning and rushing around flowers, words written, songs chosen, people coming and going and no time to settle down and breathe or think or grieve the phone call saying, "I've got this" and "What time works… Continue reading casserole kindness
the rest of October
October comes blazing in with orange and pumpkins and bales of hay everywhere mums adorn porches and storefronts and the smell of funnel cakes and barbecue is in the air and then suddenly the month is two-thirds gone and the caravan of trucks move down the interstate taking away the sights and sounds that had… Continue reading the rest of October
Stories for Daddy with a Brownie on the Side
Today is my Daddy's birthday. March 23. Another one. Without him. This is the fourth without him here with us. The third since we gathered with Mama and planted the tea olive at the foot of his grave. How is that even possible? Time is an elusive creature. Today we made a small pan of… Continue reading Stories for Daddy with a Brownie on the Side
The Heart’s Memory
You know what surprises me? And you will probably be surprised at this-- My heart. My mind. My heart's memory. That's what surprises me. Big time. Grief and the paths it takes us on surprises me too. Saturday we took the whole crew and met Gnomee, Leroy, and Shaker at the Fair. Rides are not… Continue reading The Heart’s Memory
The Teacher I Never Had
Yesterday, my friend Baddest Mother Ever asked the question, "Who was your favorite teacher and why?" I started to respond, but then my mind ran around and around in circles. Whom would I choose? I mean, really--ONE? I'm the girl who always made my Daddy laugh by giving him 2 or 3 cards on Father's… Continue reading The Teacher I Never Had
From MGB to Minivan
Late this afternoon, I was taking our Princess to her gymnastics and dance classes, which she loves. She was listening to music and I was in my own world as well when I saw it. Up ahead. An MGB. Sure, it was on the back of a wrecker, but still. An MGB. You just don't… Continue reading From MGB to Minivan
written in stone
Over the past two years I have spent a lot more time than I ever have before in cemeteries. It is not that I was afraid before. I actually find them a beautiful place for quiet, thought, and peace. The first time I'd been out to the Little Union cemetery since my Great Grandmother died… Continue reading written in stone
Cardinals and Starlings and Remembering When
This morning our Princess was the one who took Miss Sophie out for her morning constitutional. I heard the door open and close, and then immediately open again. "Mama! Mama! You have to come here!" she said urgently. I really don't like it when they do that. It could be anything from a flower growing… Continue reading Cardinals and Starlings and Remembering When
I Might Need A Nap 