On Monday, The Boy and I roadtripped to Auburn University with Asta. She was seen by a team (yeah, a team) of veterinary students and the orthopedic vet she saw previously in Pensacola. They were trying to determine the next course of action in her treatment. The migrating pin in her leg was causing more … Continue reading Backyard garden: iPhone edition
Doretha
Her bless-your-heart benedictions are her southern way of saying, “you’re addled, child.” Her mothball-scented hugs mean she loves you anyways. Come sit on the veranda, and have some sweet tea, you’ll feel better.
A game we play
*Catch up with the adventures of Pauley and Millicent, beginning with “Dead Money.” This week, read Lance's chapter first, “Shake it Out," then come back here for the second installment. Stan and Lenore watched as Pauley and Millicent walked out to the porch. Millicent’s arm protectively hooked around her friend’s elbow. Pauley was laughing. “You … Continue reading A game we play
Horizons
Fine white sand, boundless Stretching to the sea, yearning Blue unknown, hopeful
Where you belong
I had to leave. When the world became too small for us both to exist in, I knew it was time. You asked for space to think in, to find out who you were and where you belonged. I already knew. You belonged with me, and I belonged with you. That space was suffocating me. … Continue reading Where you belong
You are my sunshine
You are my sunshine, My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are grey You'll never know dear How much I love you Please, don't take My sunshine Away I was never "That Mom," the one who had an extensive playlist of lullabies to sing to my babies. When my daughter was a newborn, … Continue reading You are my sunshine
Thin spiral notebook 