today I put a load of laundry in the washer No ordinary load of jeans and shirts and socks soon to be lost There were towels all of them from home the home before this one That place where I grew up They were hers Silly how the towels are like old friends to me,… Continue reading the smell of love
Tag: Mama
Old Sewing Scissors and Things Made New
This morning our Princess and I had a Mama/Princess event. Aub was at work, and the Fella and Cooter were out doing their "Guy's Breakfast." So my girl and I went to Bare Bulb Coffee for a tie-dyeing and "upcycling t-shirts into scarves" class led by one of my favorite local artists Micah Goguen and… Continue reading Old Sewing Scissors and Things Made New
The Man from Hollywood…..and the Christmas Spirit
This afternoon I made a trip up to Daybreak. We weren't officially having our Sister Circle today, but since the shelter is closed Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, I wanted to go up and see our friends and wish them a Merry Christmas. As I was saying goodbye to Mac and wishing him a good… Continue reading The Man from Hollywood…..and the Christmas Spirit
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
Unwrapping the Cord and Letting Go
Today I started to use a steam mop that was my Mama's. It hit me as I was about to unwrap the cord and plug it in that she was the one who had wrapped the cord just so. The last time it was wrapped it was by her hands. Yeah, sometimes I get sentimental about the… Continue reading Unwrapping the Cord and Letting Go
The Word That Punched Me in the Stomach
I was grown before I read To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. It was eighteen months ago in fact. I think Daddy had suggested that Aub read it, so I had gotten it and had it around the house. After Daddy passed in November 2011, I found it hard to concentrate and read any book. … Continue reading The Word That Punched Me in the Stomach
Maemae’s Special Ingredient
Every third Saturday the men of Trinity UMC have a Men's Breakfast. What a great group of folks, so welcoming, and you can tell they really, really enjoy being together. As a matter of fact, if you are male of any age, you should head on out and join them next month. I know you'd… Continue reading Maemae’s Special Ingredient
The Gift of Grits
When I went to bed last night I felt it coming on, and sure enough, when I woke up this morning, the sneaking suspicion that all these sniffles were maybe something other than allergies.....yeah, pretty sure I was right. So rather than go with my old breakfast standby of a handful of dry cereal or… Continue reading The Gift of Grits
Hearing Mama’s Voice
A few days ago, our Princess came in from playing with her first love, Sugar Ray. He is the kitten we took in when he was three weeks old. Something had hurt him badly, but with bottle feedings and good medicine, a great doctor and lots of TLC, he grew to be the massive lovable… Continue reading Hearing Mama’s Voice
Push Those White Shoes to the Back of Your Closet Please
Today we said goodbye to summer. Oh I know the first day of fall isn't for a couple of more weeks. But today the crew and I said goodbye to water fun with Mess Cat and her family. There seemed to be a promise of fall in the air, and it was that little promise… Continue reading Push Those White Shoes to the Back of Your Closet Please
I Might Need A Nap 