“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” ~ Flannery O’Connor Every fall when we’ve settled into something of a school year routine I get reflective and melancholy and basically unable to write about everyday life because the everyday starts to feel insignificant. Of what worth is a…
Dear 4th Grader, This past weekend we celebrated your 10th birthday. It feels like I was writing one of these letters to you just yesterday for your ninth birthday, but somehow you’re another year older and wiser already. {Meanwhile, I’m just another year older because I hid one of your gifts a few days before…
On Tuesday night of this week I hauled the 4th Grader and the 1st Grader across town for a football game so the older one could cheer. The 1st Grader was tired from a long day at school and was in no mood to be a cooperative spectator on metal bleachers in 90 degree heat:…
I am proud to be from the great Southern state of Tennessee. Many say this is God’s country, and come autumn when the leaves are in full bloom, it’s hard to argue the point. We are friendly, gracious people. We have four fairly distinct seasons, rolling hills, abundant lakes and rivers, the beautiful Smoky mountains,…