I was on vacation last week when I first saw this picture. I confess, it took my breath away. I had never seen it before. It’s a picture of my grandfather, Jack, his wife, Rhoda, and their firstborn, an adorable little girl, who grew up to become my mother. It was probably taken somewhere …
My son’s bedroom at home has been gutted. His stuff has nearly all been moved out of our house, and has been re-settled in its new home, his college dorm room. Upon our arrival on campus, several student volunteers whisked it from our car, and up the steps of his dorm and into its …
Rene Her parents named their youngest baby girl Florene. But all her friends called her “Rene”. I wasn’t born into the privilege of being Rene’s niece. However, I was fortunate enough to have married into that position. And you didn’t have to BE genetically related, to feel like you’d become family to Rene. I only …
Deakie pinned his ears back when he was the most happy, and the most proud.Good boy, Deak. It is with a broken heart that I regretfully announce that Deacon D. Dawg left this life on Friday morning, while I was out of town, visiting with friends in Atlanta, and while the kids were out of …
It was a hard, hard day. We had a hard day today. The other night, after a very stormy day, our electric fence alarm started screaming, indicating that somewhere around the perimeter the dog fence line might be broken. We unplugged the fence to silence the alarm, since it was late at night, and then, …
Do you see what I see? Said the night wind to the little lamb: “Do you see what I see? Way up in the sky, little lamb.” Well, how about it? Do you see what I see? I’ll bet you don’t. You probably see a lovely tree, covered in twinkling lights, surrounded by presents, with …
Ready to sink or swim? You decide. My little baby boy went with his Daddy yesterday to look at a college he is thinking he might want to attend next year. Wow. Mama’s had a little wake up call. As in, I think I’ve again been caught enjoying another one of my lovely sojourns in …
My friend Gary, from Gary’s third pottery blog posted a letter he wrote to his cat, Spike, yesterday. It moved me to tears. Yup. A simple letter to a beloved pet moved me to tears, because I’m sappy that way. His premise for this writing exercise was asking his readers who they might write a letter …
Aunt Juanita’s funeral was yesterday. There is, of course, absolutely no way for any description I could write to do this fine woman justice. But I would like to share with you an anecdotal snapshot or two from my aunt’s life. If you read my last blog post, then you know that my uncle A.J. …