With all my nostalgia over childhood July 4th celebrations, I got homesick for Tennessee. I’m headed back this weekend for our family reunion, an annual tradition of more than 80 years. Apparently, so may my estranged brother ~ my only sibling. Someone who I’ve gone years without speaking to or seeing. Over the last several … Continue reading Reconciliation
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Old Glory and home of the brave
Sparklers, and firecrackers, Black snakes and jumping jacks Rockets red glare Bomb bursting in air Gunpowder smell of sulphur The tang of smoke, stinging eyes Apple pie and blackberry cobbler, Coconut and chocolate, pecans and caramel Hand-cranked vanilla ice cream, Cans of bittersweet Hershey’s syrup Eaten by spoonfuls with cousin Danny Under farm wagons turned … Continue reading Old Glory and home of the brave
Breathing is futile
I have become assimilated into the Borg... or at least that's what you might think if you ever saw me some morning. Back in May I mentioned how I had started walking to lose weight and that seeing my mom after she lost 40 pounds (the same amount I hope too), I was worried that … Continue reading Breathing is futile
Ultimate adventure
It was billed as the “Ultimate Hunting Adventure.” He had tracked elk on horseback through chest-deep snow, had weathered violent squalls off the coast of Nova Scotia for ocean fowl, had slogged through piranha-infested rivers for trophy arapaima. Organizers promised this excursion would be all that and more. The final hunt location and quarry were … Continue reading Ultimate adventure
Midnight tea
There was no sense of time, it could have been noon as easily as midnight. The only difference was the way the air felt. Daylight was line-dried cotton, still warm from the sun. Crisp, yet soft to the touch. It smelled of lilacs and lavender, and sugar cookies. There was laughter and hugs, birdsongs and … Continue reading Midnight tea
Tent meeting
"Have you given any more thought to joining Grams and me at the tent meeting this week? It’d mean so much to her." “ Ma, you know how I feel about revivals. All the threats of hellfire and damnation are just too much. It’s too confusing. Faith is very straightforward and simple." "That fancy, schmancy … Continue reading Tent meeting
Thin spiral notebook 