It’s Sunday morning circa 1987 and I can see my Grandma Rue, standing at the stove in a flowered smock dolloping hush puppy batter into hot oil. Other simmering pots hold collards and a picnic shoulder, green beans, butter beans and potatoes. On some visits, mom goes with Granddaddy to church. Growing up in tobacco territory, my … More The Lost Art of Sunday Dinner
As I pulled on my awkward snow boots last week- the ones that gave me blisters in Niagara Falls all those years ago but I have yet to replace- I thought about the dark purple and grey fur lined pair I wore everywhere when I was a kid. Spring, fall, winter, summer- it didn’t matter. They … More Fashioning a Life of Wisdom
Against better judgment, I paid the nice lady two dollars for the pitiful thing at an estate sale last fall. Contained in a tiny red pot I carted this forlorn Christmas cactus home forgetting that I do not possess the greenest of thumbs. Remember the Mother’s Day orchid? How about the hydrangea bush languishing in the front yard? One … More Cultivating the Treasures of a New Year
When I was little our church had the most magnificent Christmas tree I’d ever seen. With the tallest of the men on 12 foot ladders I still don’t know how they reached the top. Decorating stretched into the evening as children eager with anticipation for the adults to finish stringing lights (so many lights…) waited for the real … More How Did Christmas Find You?
Somewhere beneath the piles – paper flowers, dusty estate sale trinkets, granny’s hankies, mounds of junk jewelry, musty trunks, too many pieces of dark furniture and odds and ends patiently waiting to be chalk painted – you’ll find me. I’ll be the one looking harried, covered in glue, some ink and a whole lot of sanding … More Color Changing Words