I was in the garden the other day picking a few end-of-season peppers when I felt a tingling around my foot, which immediately escalated to burning. I looked down and saw tiny dots crawling over my shoe and up my ankle. In a second I was at the back steps pulling off my shoes and… Continue reading Little moments
I've mentioned Abby Brown Burle in Under the Magnolia Tree before. I have known Abby and her family since she was a young teen and they are some of my favorite people. Abby is bright, funny, irreverent, and deeply committed to Christ. She and her husband Ryan are the parents of three year old triplets,… Continue reading Getting honest
Today is the first day of school for Whitfield County Schools, three weeks later than usual. It is gray and gloomy outside and I’m feeling melancholy, to use an old-fashioned term. This is my second “first day of school” as a retired media specialist, and I feel a little lonely. I'm missing that first day… Continue reading First Day of School
This morning the weather was not as hot and miserable as it has been, so I got out my clippers and headed to the garden. My tomato plants have been neglected while I was off on my trip to beautiful New York State visiting my son and daughter-in-law and her family, and I needed to… Continue reading What is sapping your energy?
I have struggled with this blog post all week. Talking about race is hard, especially in the South and especially for those my age and older. I consider myself open-minded, Christian, loving, and educated, yet I find that over and over and over I must dig deep to root out the prejudices that are deeply… Continue reading Confessions of a Southern White Woman
I'm in the angry stage. I've gone through different feelings these past weeks, much like the stages of grief. I'm over the initial denial and panic phase. I've had times of sadness and depression but also peaceful times of acceptance enjoying the solitude. Like going through a time of trauma, the stages circle around and… Continue reading Social distance shaming
My cucumber vines were almost dead when I came back last week from my short trip to North Carolina to visit my cousin Garner and her family. The miserable heat and lack of rain had dried them up and they lay brown and listless on the ground. I gave them a long drink with the… Continue reading From flower to cucumber