Browsing Tag: memories

Prom

I take showers in the mornings, a foggy stumble into the bathroom for a quick in-and-out of a hot shower and hair washing.  In high school, I took a bath just before bedtime and had enough time for a little ritual.   Balancing my little black boombox with a cassette player on the towel rack, […]

Pretty in Pink

If You Leave

The back-to-school honeymoon we enjoyed in those fresh-faced few weeks of summer is clearly over.   We are swimming in the deep-end now. We are in full-on homework agony. The scheduling squeezes of after-school clubs are putting a vice-grip squeeze on us now.  The once sparkly-new, back-to-school tennis shoes have turned into worn-down stinkers that fill […]

Colin

Birthday Boy

Just like nearly every other woman I know, tonight after I got home from my full-time job, I started my second full-time job. On this particular evening, in addition to the typical routine: supper prep, supper clean-up, laundry, and homework assistance, I also peeled 8 pounds of russet baking potatoes. Loaded baked potato casserole is […]

Magic

Magic

Every now and then when Ginny and I still lived at home, Mama got a wild hair to clean out the tin house behind Nanny and Pops’ house.  We didn’t have an attic, so we stored all the flotsam and jetsam of our lives in the tin house. At any given time the tin house […]

nativity

Someday House

When Ginny and I were around thirteen, Mama and Daddy started giving us someday house presents: a set of pewter candlesticks, iced tea glasses, a piece of silver. I romanticized the gifts, of course, and thought of them as a kind of modern dowry.   When Jamie and I moved into our first apartment, I […]

Tevye

Tradition

When I was a little girl, Mama cleaned house by first opening all the windows to “air things out and let the sunshine in.” Then, she put a Broadway soundtrack on the record player. I was of the age that chores were fun and helping Mama made me feel accomplished.  She taught me how to […]

church

Sacred Space

Everyone has a sacred space. A place that allows time for quiet and adjustment, a reset, a place to listen for God.  It’s a deeply personal space and can be found almost anywhere: a bedroom, broom closet, inside the car on a morning commute.  Some can even create space in their own minds, no matter […]

Pops

The Camp

When Nanny and Pops went to the camp, they most always took me.  Pops built the camp in 1961 on a shady lot on the banks of the Itchuaway-Notchuway Creek in Baker County, Georgia.  It was a joint purchase between Pops and four of his siblings, but he constructed and wired the house himself. By […]

Fern

Resurrection Fern

From what Daddy has put together, my great-great grandfather William Thomas Morgan was twenty-five years old and a member of the field artillery fighting at Gettysburg when he got word that his wife and children were sick with typhoid fever.  So, he left his battalion and walked most of the 844 miles back to Quitman, […]