May I always stop the car and take the pictures… I’m lucky. I have always had the ability to stop. To piddle. To look at cows or clouds. To listen to crickets. To wait while my child changed her shirt for the fourth time. To watch them jump into the pool as they scream “watch me, mama.” I’ve caught so much beauty just by stopping. … Continue reading long weekends
Patty Griffin When It Don’t Come Easy 🎵Red lights are flashing on the highwayI wonder if we’re gonna ever get homeI wonder if we’re gonna ever get home tonightEverywhere the waters getting roughYour best intentions may not be enoughI wonder if we’re gonna ever get home tonight It is an emergency. 2011 and we were hurt. I wondered if we would ever make it back … Continue reading Hurt
My goal is to have lots of fun with my kids and with myself but not feel rushed. A bucket list of sorts but clearly, I’m not dying- just a figure of speech. The dog days are coming soon and I am ready like only a teacher can be ready. 1.Road trip to my Mom’s high school reunion in Laurel Mississippi. 2.See Hometown HGTV stars … Continue reading SummaSummaSummer Tiiiiime
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
His apartment was on the second floor of a house near Tulane University. The house was the kind of old where the hard wood floors slant to one side and the bathrooms will never be clean because mildew and mold will never die in Louisiana. It was Junior year of college and we had been dating at least 4 years by my count. Spring break … Continue reading Made me a fool
She is earnest with her wishes.
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I cried and cried as she sat at my feet. I tried to wipe the tears casually with my shoulder. My hands were unavailable. It was a manicure/pedicure. On her tiny rolling stool she was almost kneeling at my feet and I felt way too out of my element. It felt downright lenten. I am unworthy. She massaged my surprisingly shaven legs. I had forgotten … Continue reading Sat at my feet