I was hanging out a few t-shirts on the clothesline Saturday afternoon when two motorcycles came roaring down our quiet country lane. Wait for it, I told myself, and sure enough, as I picked up my basket a few minutes later and headed for the house, here they came, barreling back. Obviously, the riders hadn’t… Continue reading Can you read the signs?
We can put so much emphasis on being a leader in our families, churches, and communities that we sometimes forget the importance of being a follower. Last week I was a follower, and I learned some lessons. I was with a group from my church, First Baptist in Dalton, building the framework for a house… Continue reading Following
Like my baby trees, children need patience, attention and someone to believe in them.
It’s the time of year when I go a little crazy at the garden centers. I drool over all the beautiful flowers and buy too many. I spent all last week planting and now I love the color that is popping up in my yard! I have two Christmas Cacti that I bring outside when… Continue reading Stretching Out Our Roots
Do something every day that scares you. When I retired two years ago, I found this saying on a magnet and put it on my refrigerator so that I would remember that it was time to push myself and try new things. I’ve decided that a scary thing every day may be too much, but… Continue reading A night in the wild
Two weeks ago, our sweet, loving, playful, and smart granddog Molly succumbed to cancer after a three-month illness. Adam and Jess, along with Molly’s extended family and many friends, have grieved deeply for her. When so many are struggling with life and death during this terrible Covid time, the passing of a chocolate Lab may… Continue reading A Good Dog
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