Some Writing and Family Updates

The past week was full of relaxation and exciting news. As I write this I am on my seventh snow day due to ice and snow that hit Nashville last week. The last of the ice simply won't melt, and Nashville's not equipped with plows and salt trucks like Northern cities are. Let's hope I get to go back tomorrow. The family was out of school last week, too, and we spent a lot of days indoors, watching TV, streaming Netflix (I finally finished the Gilmore Girls series), playing games, exercising, and reading.…Read more …
The Era of Anti-Pink, A Guest Post

The Era of Anti-Pink, A Guest Post

Today I'm excited to be guest blogging for Mary Evelyn Smith at What Do You Do, Dear? I absolutely love Mary's writing. She's witty, fun, and warm. She has the canny ability to make you laugh and cry all at once. She's a mom of two, and her son has spina bifida, so she writes a lot about life with spina bifida, but she also occasionally makes up her own library songs and tries to convince us she looks just like Ashton Kutcher. I'm grateful to be sharing my words over at her place today…Read more …

What’s Saving My Life Right Now

A blogger named Modern Mrs. Darcy is doing a link-up called "What's Saving My Life Right Now." The phrase comes from a question Barbara Brown Taylor asks in her book Leaving Church. I didn't think I had anything exotic or deep that is saving my life right now, but when Lily from Such Small Hands blogged about yoga pants and Beauty Blenders, I was inspired to write about the mediocrity that is my life right now. (And no, I don't think Lily will be offended when she reads that she inspired me to…Read more …
Timelessness

Timelessness

I went to a funeral yesterday. My great uncle passed away. Three different people spoke at the funeral, including another great uncle. And they all told stories about Uncle Billy. We laughed a lot there, all boxed up in a stuffy funeral home and surrounded by funeral flowers. He wasn't rich or famous; he was a farmer in a small community. But he was everyone's friend. Every time you'd see him, there was a big grin on his face. He and my aunt Flora didn't have children, but they came out and supported all…Read more …

Remnant

I called it a gazebo, but it was really more of a covered porch enclosed on two sides by fancy wooden lattice railing painted off-white. The floor wasn’t the grainy wood slabs or the rough concrete of American porches; it was covered in what looked like peel-and-stick vinyl flooring designed to look like brown bricks. Finger-long lizards like to hide in the corners of the roof, and sometimes one would slip and dangle from a beam until it got its footing again. In the center of the porch was a glass-topped table with…Read more …