Browsing Tag: south

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The Wedding: Part Two

My last post was in June of last year.  Thanks to quarantine, I’ve found the space to write again.   This post is part two of what is a three-part series about the BIG FUN we had at my cousin’s wedding in Birmingham, Alabama last summer.  Check back next week for part three. If I’m going […]

Three Envelopes

This morning at 11:30, I sauntered into our office cafeteria like a gunslinger in a Technicolor Western walks into a saloon: hot and dusty, spurs jangling, a band of sweat around my cowboy hat. I wasn’t kidding when I ordered my bourbon and Coke, but Miss Lucy thought I was and looked over her readers […]

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Storm Series, Part Four: Druids

Things were getting better.  The initial shock was wearing off, and folks were busy with clean up, insurance, estimates, adjusters, livestock, crop evaluations.  There was still no power, but we were all making do. It’s amazing how clean you can get with a bottle of water and a washcloth. Out at Mama and Daddy’s the […]

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Storm Series: Waiting, Part One

There are lots of things I don’t mind waiting for:  the start of a concert, those days before a baby is born, for Christmas to come.  There is an anticipation associated with that kind of waiting, and it colors the wait with bright, vibrant expectant excitement.  That kind of wait tastes like cinnamon. I don’t […]

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Fall Nights

Thunderheads formed on the horizon as I drove home.  I could see them in the distant twilight, a dark outline on the edge of lighter clouds. I was alone in the car and had Mary Chapin-Carpenter’s “C’mon, C’mon” on repeat. That song makes me remember, especially on a quiet night, alone in the car, with […]

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Summertime Blues

Hoss and Nana are “big city” grandparents. They live about four hours away from us, so they don’t get to spend as much time with the children as they’d like, but summertime means special trips and changes in scenery. So, last week the boys were camping with them in north Georgia. With both Jamie and […]

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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 […]

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The Refrigerator

This is part one of a two-part post. Although written in the middle of March Madness, it is as pertinent today as it was then. The only thing that’s changed is that in the summertime, the only one to meet me at the door in the afternoon is Paisley, and the irony is I miss the madness.  […]