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Tuesday, November 24, 2015
  • Wednesday, November 18, 2015 1:52 AM
    Thanksgiving is almost here, and I need to decide how to spend the day.  After nearly two decades of hosting huge Thanksgiving dinners that have included up to sixty-five people, I will be on my own this year.  It’s strange really…those little turns in life that suddenly change everything. 
  • Friday, November 13, 2015 6:33 AM

    I like to think of myself as a graceful ballerina, but the fact that it has been forty years since I took ballet, coupled with the ever darkening bruises on my backside, tell a different story. The only time I’ve ever been referred to as graceful is when I would trip over my own feet, and my father would remark, “Way to go, Grace.” 

  • Wednesday, November 04, 2015 12:54 AM
    In the autumn of 1978, my family moved from Indiana to Tennessee.  It was with much angst and trepidation that I walked into a third grade classroom as “the new kid.”  My chest still tightens when I recall twenty-seven peers eyeing me curiously as I made my way from the door to the teacher’s desk. 
  • Saturday, October 24, 2015 1:51 AM

     Here we are, back in the throes of pumpkin spice season.  I would say “pumpkin” season, but for many people, myself included, it’s more about cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, and all-spice rather than the pumpkin itself.  It’s a running joke anymore, with memes and comics depicting everything from pumpkin spice motor oil to pumpkin spiced feminine hygiene products. 

  • Thursday, October 15, 2015 1:30 AM

    I visited a new church Sunday.  New to me anyway.  I had been trying for three weeks prior, and even made it as far as the front steps one Sunday, but for various reasons was unable to attend until this past week.  But the delayed timing proved to be perfect. 

    I have been struggling a great deal with the fact that after twenty-four years of working to establish my home as a haven for my kids and their friends, twenty-four years of building the “old home place,” twenty-four years of family traditions, our lives have suddenly been thrown into upheaval. 
  • Wednesday, October 07, 2015 1:26 AM
    Last week I had the privilege of tagging along on a friend’s business trip to the Dominican Republic.  I had never been to the Dominican before, and was excited to experience the culture as well as gain a new stamp on my passport.   
  • Tuesday, September 29, 2015 12:08 AM
    Hudson Charles is the quintessential seven-year-old boy.  Inquisitive and observant, he makes a “healthy” snack by wrapping lettuce around a Dorito, and calls his notebook and pencil a “writing app.”
  • Wednesday, September 23, 2015 12:09 AM
    On a recent trip to Tennessee, a friend and I decided to spend the day visiting old haunts, and retracing the steps of our childhood.  The old neighborhood has become quite run down, but the little house on the corner of Kirby and Watkins still looks the same. 
  • Tuesday, September 15, 2015 10:56 PM

    I was lying in bed in that state just before full awareness and had the distinct sensation of being at my grandma’s house. It lasted only a few seconds, but it felt so good that I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it again.

    Listening carefully, I breathed in deeply, and tried to determine what had caused my brain to momentarily transport me to the most comforting place of my childhood.

    Perhaps it was the faint smell of plaster wafting from the closet. A little repair work was recently completed, and the scent of ancient plaster still hangs in the air.

  • Tuesday, September 08, 2015 7:18 PM

    This past weekend, a reunion was held at the Christian school I attended as a child, so I hopped aboard the “Chattanooga Choo-Choo” and headed back to Tennessee. Saturday turned into a “Sentimental Journey” as my dearest old friend and I took a lengthy walk down memory lane.

    The old school was housed on a college campus, so we headed there first. From kindergarten through university, the schools have all closed down. For being in the heart of the city, it was eerily similar to a ghost town. We walked past our favorite old haunts, peering through dusty windows, and reminiscing about the way things used to be. 


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