There is something about being home and being lost. I start thinking my house is the problem. I’m furious with someone and I start to hate everything. Mim is talking more and constantly- she has been talking a lot for years but her conversational style has sped up and she asks questions non stop- which is a great way for her to advocate for herself. … Continue reading July 2017 facebook post
I craved wisdom with a Southern drawl and an Instagram post of a huge peanut statue.
Continue reading Carter – part 3
At 9am the orientation began. Jan and another woman advised us fervently. “This is not a meet and greet.” This is Sunday School. Do not stand and clap for President Carter. Do not touch him. Do not tell him how you are related. (I guess that includes me telling him that I lived two doors down from Chip Carter in 2010.) Do not try to … Continue reading Jimmy Carter – Second part