“Those are my words”
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Well, I Come from Alabama
Several years ago, I let my subscription to Southern Living lapse. I thought superiorly, I just don’t read magazines anymore. I’ve been concerned about my own lapsing “Southern-ness” ever since. I feel like the decline began when I started eating lunch at noontime and dinner in the evening (except on Sundays, of course). I’ll declare, there are just too many things about me…
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War Eagle, Daddy
I miss Daddy most when Auburn wins. I miss him every day. I miss him when I sit behind the desk he built for Mama. I miss him when I smell Vick’s Vapor Rub. But I miss him most when Auburn wins, especially when they win spectacularly. He was a likeable feller who was passionate…
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Character Marks
“Character marks are part of the dappled beauty and authenticity of natural materials that are unrepeatable in man-made surfaces. Often, marks highly desired by some are considered defects by others. For many designers the natural appeal of veneer is in its irregularity—the marks that tell the tree’s unique history over decades. The general appearance of…
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#DearMrZuckerberg
I consider myself fairly level headed . . . . . . not too savvy; not too behind-the-times . . . . . . not too quick tempered; not too mild mannered . . . . . . not too knee-jerky; not too pokey . . . . Though I walk fast and talk fast,…
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Him
He litters his bedroom floor with wet towels, sweaty undershirts, and nasty socks. He seems incapable of turning off lights or fans. He cannot put dead batteries in the trash to save his life. He usually needs a haircut and a shave. His drumming skills vastly supersede his vocal skills, as he belts out 70s…
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All at Once Everything Looks Different
It happened on Monday, January 23rd, Abby and Emma’s 23rd birthday, our 3rd and final day of the long weekend party. The setting is Magic Kingdom. The story began around 3:30 pm. Abby, Emma, and I were celebrating with Jordan, Layne, and Angie. I had seen a picture on the internet of a wooden leg…
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Words of Advice to My Grown Children: From Observances and Lessons Learned the Hard Way
Always tell the truth. A lie, once uncovered, produces more pain than the truth, told upfront, ever could. You don’t have to tell the whole truth to every single person every single time, but don’t lie. You have the right to say, “I don’t want to talk about this right now” or even “You know…
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Life’s Not a Highway
“Life,” someone much wiser than I once declared, “is about the journey, not the destination.” For vacation, though, the opposite is now true. Hurry up and get there! Enjoy it until the last second! Hurry home and back to real life! While I certainly love the destination, I have recently decided about myself that for…
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Nothing But the Blood
The group of Samford University students who, in 1986, forever forfeited their chance to donate blood (at least if they’re honest in answering the questions). I’m the one in the red hat. Please don’t tell me that I didn’t look as adorable as I thought I did. (I still have the coat.) I noticed in…
