she is comfort the sound of rain on the faded tin roof the hum of the needle making stitch after stitch the first ice cream of summer, dripping down the cone the smell of tea olive blossoming beneath the starlit sky the sound of her voice on the other end of the line reassures me… Continue reading apricity
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Little Brothers and Big Surprises
When I was in the third grade, I learned to crochet. I sat on the playground at recess with my third grade teacher, Mrs. Turner, whose gentle ways and lovely voice (especially when reading Charlotte's Web aloud) were like a balm to my soul. I don't remember how the lessons came about, but at some… Continue reading Little Brothers and Big Surprises
The Mushrooms Said “I love you”
Today after we wrapped up our morning lessons, the littles flew up the stairs and into their rooms and all around the house in a flurry of activity. At some point (I'm not sure when) they had consulted and decided what they wanted to do together after they were done with school. And it wasn't… Continue reading The Mushrooms Said “I love you”
A Glimpse of His Growing Up
On the way home from church tonight, Cooter and I were riding along Hamburger Highway where all the billboards and "big city" lights are. He was chatting about his visit with his much older and cooler guy friend who was giving him advice on how to deal with our Princess and her friends. He was… Continue reading A Glimpse of His Growing Up
Chocolate. And Love. And Chocolate.
My Awesome Cousin has a shirt that I first saw over six years ago. Her Mama made it for her I think. It says, "Save our planet: It's the only one with chocolate." I remember thinking that was brilliant. I even embroidered that quote on a tote bag to share at our family reunion that… Continue reading Chocolate. And Love. And Chocolate.
Because She Told Me To
One of my dear friends decided to "be Mama" last night and told me to go write. I laughed as I replied, "You know, she's the one who originally told me to do this. And that's a story in itself." So here it is. Daddy shared a story with me over twelve years ago. I was struggling… Continue reading Because She Told Me To
I Might Need A Nap 