Memory can be quite peculiar. On most days I can’t tell you what I ate for breakfast, yet I can give you the phone number to Airport and Intown Taxi, my frequent ride home from late nights in Chapel Hill, if you should ever need it. I don’t know where I often drop my cell … Continue reading Metamorphosis
Awakenings
Mice scare me. The tinier, the more monsterous. The smallest shadow out of the corner of my eye, whether it be scurrying across my kitchen floor or in an open garden field, will put me in a tailspin. My squeals often rival those of my three-year-old. I run. I seek higher ground. And I wait. … Continue reading Awakenings
Dreams
I have long been a dreamer of dreams. As a young girl I remember a particular dream of swimming in our backyard pool with my friends and a porcupine. Yes, a porcupine. Now I don’t know if porcupines are good swimmers or not, but this one doggy-paddled with ease right beside me. I loved my … Continue reading Dreams
Roots and Wings
Last weekend my husband, Kip, and I enjoyed a trip back to my alma mater to watch my beloved Tarheels play basketball. Kip’s sisters sure know how to wrap up a great Christmas gift for their brother! Our half-court seats beat out any student section I ever graced some 25 years ago. Kip even reminded … Continue reading Roots and Wings
Letters
I love handwritten notes and letters. Sweet sentiments written on birthday cards, the reds and greens and glitters of Christmas cards sent from near and far, notes attached to beautiful flower bouquets, and even random scribbles on concert tickets and bubblegum wrappers all have long been sentimental. My favorite notes and letters have always been … Continue reading Letters
The Baton
My oldest son, a college freshman, recently came home on a “forgot and restock” trip. In other words he needed to gather some things that he forgot on move-in day and restock his food supply, which as any parent knows, is high priority to most eighteen-year-olds. Over the weekend, our family enjoyed hearing about him … Continue reading The Baton
September
I have always loved the month of September. It is the month of my husband’s birth and the month I birthed four of our seven children into this world. September often holds on to the lightening bugs of summer while it ushers in the sweater-like days of football tailgates. It simply is the best month … Continue reading September
Fields of Poppy 