This past May was a time of celebrating, remembering, and just a few tears--happy tears. My oldest graduated from my alma mater and now hers, Wesleyan College. The graduating seniors voted for two parents to speak at the Baccalaureate service. It was a great honor to be one of the two chosen. As I told… Continue reading A Star in the Dark
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Spread Your Wings and Soar
This past Saturday many young women walked across the stage I've walked across, and they received the piece of paper that is so much more than that--it's the results of minutes and hours and days and years of listening and learning and writing and critiquing and speaking and sharing and thinking and challenging themselves to… Continue reading Spread Your Wings and Soar
pollen painting
the rain came and washed away the pollen or so we thought until the wind nudged the leaves along the sidewalk a bit disturbing them in their slumber where the rough storm had left them be and there underneath was the brightest yellow where all had collected and gathered protected beneath the leaves as… Continue reading pollen painting
Hug ’em, Y’all-And Give ’em Chocolate
Today the littles and I, after a day of decorating, learning how to do new things, and organizing around the house, traveled up to a place I love and saw one of our favorite folks do something new too. We went up for my Aub's Washboard Band performance at Wesleyan College. She has played her… Continue reading Hug ’em, Y’all-And Give ’em Chocolate
A Masterpiece in Gold
Today I had an appointment in Macon, and I found myself driving down one of the old streets there a little ways from the downtown area. As I looked down the street towards my destination, the sight before me took my breath away. Ginkgo trees in all their golden glory lined both sides of the… Continue reading A Masterpiece in Gold
The Packing Up and the White Shoes
Twenty-five years ago today I graduated from college. I don't remember a lot of the particulars but there are a couple of things that stand out for me about that day. The night before, Sister had come up to spend the night with me. Though she is three years my junior there have been times… Continue reading The Packing Up and the White Shoes
Pumping Gas in My Pajamas…..
I put on my purple plaid "silly pants," aka pajama bottoms, and I got in the car. It was as I was backing out of the driveway that I realized I needed gas if I were going to get to my destination. There was no time to go back in and change. So it happened--I… Continue reading Pumping Gas in My Pajamas…..
It Was a “Pink Toilet on the Side of the Road” Kind of Day
The littles and I were riding down the road one day last week, and I saw this. There is no filter. That is indeed a pink toilet sitting on the side of the road. A rose commode. A throne. The can. Whatever you want to call it, it's still there. And still pink. I was… Continue reading It Was a “Pink Toilet on the Side of the Road” Kind of Day
Truth and Stories and the Dear Friends Who Tell Them
Last weekend at my college reunion I had the privilege of sitting next to not one, but two of the women who not only knew me when but who also lived with me, bless 'em. As we sat and remembered and laughed and longed for more time to talk, a couple of moments stood out… Continue reading Truth and Stories and the Dear Friends Who Tell Them
The One About Cleaning Up the Trail and Sitting on My Pity Pot
But first, a warning: If you have a weak stomach or strong gag reflex or if you're recovering from a tummy bug, you might not want to read this. Save it for later. When you feel better. Okay, so here goes-- Friday night I came home from spending the entire day and evening at my… Continue reading The One About Cleaning Up the Trail and Sitting on My Pity Pot
I Might Need A Nap 