Today is my younger son’s 25th birthday. Will asked for Papaw Sheroan cookies, which are kind of like chess bars: a buttery cake mix crust with a gooey egg, cream cheese, and powdered sugar filling, (topped off after baking with even more powdered sugar). It’s a favorite family recipe and was often served with caution…
Once, at church camp, I got a tick on the back of my neck right at my hairline Back then I wore my hair parted in the middle two long French braids slapping against my skinny shoulder blades My Aunt Jenny who worked in the camp kitchen struck a match blew out the flame then…
Exercise needed; but all your Libby holds are ready to borrow…
Last week, my nine-month-old granddaughter and I attended Baby Story Time at the public library. We were two of the first to arrive; and I must say I was impressed and surprised when 16 babies under the age of 18 months drifted in with their caregivers…a mix of moms, dads, babysitters, and one other grandmother….
Floral, citrusy sweet, fresh, woodsy, clean, which scent is my signature? Testers, trial sized scented strips from the fragrance counter in my purse. My most recent scent saffron and cedar. My son said, “It smells great, Mom, if you want to smell like a pencil box.” I think about that. Found it!
I searched for words this morning around trunks of trees up at the blank, blue sky. Finally, I found the perfect pair, halfway round the block, scrawled on index cards buoyed by the tips of shorn grass near the middle school bus stop: sycophant tenacious written in fine point sharpie vocabulary words on the lam…
When I was eight years old, I argued with my best friend Mary Ann. She lived next door, her bedroom window just across the hedge from my bedroom window. On summer nights, we talked to each other through the screens, elbows propped on window sills, so close we needed only to whisper. Our first fight……
Sitting is the new vice, like smoking. Granny smoked for forty years and then dreamed about it long after her last cig. Imagine if I stopped sitting…I’d definitely dream about leaning back, feet propped up, book open in my lap. Will there be “NO SITTING” sections in restaurants? Aunt Betty, who smoked most her life,…
From the corner of Spring and Pear(in Walkertown),we moved to Boone Ledge.I was 12-years-oldwhen I said good-byeto the yellow houseI lovedand helloto the two-story brick,so close to the mountainthere was no backyard to mowjust limestone cliffsand a big rockwith “DB” carved intothe smooth surface. Story wasDaniel himselftook time to make his markwhile passing through.When it…
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