Ending brings new beginning
‘Come in,” a deep, low voice mumbled from behind the closed bedroom door and I turned the knob and slowly pushed it open to reveal my first born, now a teenage man child, propped against pillows and watching television, a computer on his lap.
Miss Mary’s teachings on Mama said
Who originally wrote it, I don’t know. But I know where my copy came from. It’s been folded and re-folded a couple of dozen times, read and re-read when I needed a chuckle or wanted to make someone else laugh.
Tobacco spitter short on decency
We interrupt this column for an important announcement about common decency.
You can’t doll up devilish cows
I saw a sign in a store once. Not a sign, really, but rather a little slip of paper taped to the side of the cash register. I was buying some gum.
Hair’s to silent suffering
Somewhere in the Bible it says that God knows every hair on our heads. Comforting, it is, but I have to wonder — does he know about the freakishly long scary ones that appear out of nowhere in the most obscure places and continue to come back time and time again no matter how often we yank them out?
Is that ‘Jaws’ music I hear?
Why you need a cell phone out in the ocean and other things men don't seem to understand.
Hometown boy does us all proud
‘Do you know him?” my sister asked and I paused, but only for a moment.
Seeds of futility planted deep
There was a chill in the air as I walked down the hallway, my head hung low in guilt and shame. I slowly turned the deadbolt. The door creaked open and a rush of cold air washed over me as I stepped barefoot onto the brick. I wasn’t ready for this. Not again. Not so soon.
Moms display super powers
Chinese food. It was a good choice for a Monday night, having just pulled back into town after a long day in Atlanta.
Ranting mom far from cute
‘Excuse me,” she said and I turned from my perusal of the wall of cute khaki and navy pants to a woman standing near me holding up a blue and tan striped tank top and a blue skirt. “Do you think these look good together? Cute?”
Teacher creates sticky situation
It started in middle school. It was a teacher’s fault actually, a responsible adult, who first introduced me to it. Out of the blue.
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