January 12–On a Wing and a Prayer

My life with a 21-year-old man-child has its agonies and its ecstasies. Currently, he’s trying to figure life out for himself while being a student, an employee, and the owner of a used car without proper tag or title. He’s African American, and this is Georgia. He also recently lost his wallet. And yesterday, we…

January 5–Decked Out in Delight

My daughter-in-law has Covid, so I took them supper last night. Three little grandboys were standing behind the glass door when I arrived, talking all at once, big smiles on their faces, eyes flashing, “Hi, Ma’am! I miss you! I love you! What did you bring? Mama has Covid! Papa says we have to keep…

January 2–My Little Corner of the Universe

I spent four wonderful, exhausting days caring for three of my grand boys in November. The two days after their parents got back, I shopped and cooked our family’s Thanksgiving dinner, and the day after that, cleaned it all up by myself. I decided to take the next week off and recover, doing nothing before…

January 1–Wanted

When I was in the 8th grade, we moved from Connecticut to a suburb on the preppy side of Chicago, into the same neighborhood as the two most popular girls at school. Their aura went before them, surrounding them in their straight-legged Levis and Crazy Horse shirts, while I lagged behind, worshiping right along with…

March 23–March Madness

The wind is roaring outside this morning. I love the drama of March weather--sometimes winter, sometimes spring. It's mostly still cold where I am in the north Georgia mountains, but some days breakthrough to warm. It was wild rain and wind, tornadoes and school closings last week, and it was a balmy day planting pots…

March 11–Spies and Other Blind Eyes

My mother didn't coddle whiners. If she thought I was overreacting in a situation, her standard go-to line was, "Keep it up, and I'll give you something to cry about!" My standard go-to complaint was about my brothers wrestling my cat. They’d put a towel over her head and roll her around 'til she was…

March 4–The Numbers Guy

I admire people who are good with numbers, who get excited about balancing a checkbook and counting steps and knowing how many bites are in a bratwurst. I've been numbers-challenged all my life, realizing only recently that the bank can reconcile my account without any help on my part. Who knew? This is something like…