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I want a cigarette. Bad. I’m sure I could scrounge up a pack if I looked hard enough.
I can taste it. It wouldn’t be menthol. He doesn’t smoke menthol. And it’d be short…mu… Read full post »
In his 13 Hopes for 2013, Shane Claiborne lists“Learn a skill – like welding – and use it for something redemptive, like turning a machine gun into a farm tool.”
I’ve read this sentence at least a dozen times over the last week or so. It’s/… Read full post »
As the oldest of four girls, I heard the question, “Who did this?”, a lot. “Where did that come from?” ran a close second, but never knocked “Who did this?” out of first place.
The question, of course, always led to… Read full post »
I covet my neighbor’s willow tree. I always wanted one, but the roots contain some kind of homing device causing them to make a beeline for the septic tank, resulting in “thousands of dollars in costly repairs.”
Or at least that’s what the man said.… Read full post »
For the first time since my son died, I’ve been left alone for longer than it takes to visit the chiropractor or have a music lesson.
It was my choice. I could have tagged along but it costs so much to board the dogs, and… Read full post »
My 15-year old is learning to drive. Even as we walked into the DMV to get his learner’s license, I couldn’t imagine sitting in the passenger seat while he piloted my vehicle; my new vehicle, my favorite-car-in-the-whole-wide-world that, even after nine months, boas/… Read full post »
Daddy was a large man whose crusty work-boots tracked red mud onto mother’s carpets.
He wore glasses…big ones…with thick black frames. And white t-shirts…
He played football in high school, but tennis courts paved his way to college.
When I… Read full post »
My Dad will be 81 today. He made his yearly trek up from the gulf coast to Atlanta yesterday, and you can write his departure date on your calendar in ink. He’ll leave the day after Father’s Day. His work here will be done. It&r… Read full post »
He was tall…quite tall, and thin; the kind of thin that appeared to hide-behind rather than be covered-by the t-shirt that fell like a drape from his rack of shoulders. The shirt was nearly colorless. His pants were faded as well. … Read full post »
Looking back, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have shared a pregnancy with than my friend, Dottie. She uses her grown-up name now. Everyone calls her Dot. But, I knew her when. I’ll always call her Dottie.
From the time we m… Read full post »
And so it begins…our… Read full post »
You don’t get many choices at birth. Nobody asks what you want to be. Take birth order, for example. I was the first-born of four girls. Given what I now know, I might have chosen to be born last, but nobody asked me. You don’t get… Read full post »
As years go, there have been better and there have been worse.
1999, for example, was a wonderful year. 1999 was the year I remembered my worth and reclaimed my strength. After years of living a “less than” life,/… Read full post »
“Honey, it’s at least a month away. It’s too early to ask her. A million things could happen between now and then.”
I felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and pull the words back in before my son heard them.… Read full post »
I got spooked. Everyone made it sound so hard. It just made sense to get all the help I could get, so I bought a book.
Nothing I read really surprised me. I expected my sex drive to crawl underneath the bed. I knew my skin would… Read full post »
I’m not the most social animal you’ll ever meet.
Okay, there are a couple of people you could ask.
My oldest/dearest would regale you with stories of sardonic avoidance. While she’s talking though, remember she&rsq/… Read full post »
He looks like his father, but he doesn’t know it. It’s in the eyes, around the nose…the bridge. There’s an aquiline quality, a sharpness that conjures him.
But that’s where it ends.
Everything else; from fine… Read full post »
As she does most mornings, my friend Lisa greeted me on Thursday with a text message.
“Did you see them off?”
She knew I’d spent the previous two days shopping, laundering, baking, and packing in an effort to give the men in my li… Read full post »
So, apparently, The Rapture is scheduled to take place tomorrow, May 21st. Or October 21st. Or, possibly some time in between. I guess that’s why, though he announced a date, Reverend Camping left us guessing as to time.
And, that’s unfor… Read full post »
I work in an office populated by political people, the majority of whom prefer their chairs roll only to the right.
And, then there’s me.
Clinton was still in office when I started this job. Those were the salad days…
Other than a few last-minute… Read full post »
My very favorite place to spend a spring-time Sunday morning is on the patio in my backyard, where the birdsong is exquisitely varied and sung at a pitch that is awe-inspiring. I've often thought I should bring my camera with me. Today I did.
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