Sometimes there are about a dozen things I want to tell you, but none of them are worthy of their own blog posts, so they sit in my head, gathering lint and fraternizing with their fellow baby ideas in there. The only way to fix this, since none of them can seem to develop into full-grown ideas, is to pile them all together and write you a chatty missive, seeing where the tide takes us. So here we go. First…
Can’t talk. Mid-hurricane. Gotta go find my Birkenstocks to float to safety. Talk to you next week.
Dear New York City, I first encountered you when I was a wee child, on my way to JFK to pick up my big brother from his endless stint in Ghana, Africa. It was only six weeks that he had been gone, but to my mind it may as well have been years. There was perhaps a fleeting and distant glimpse of Lady Liberty as we passed by, but my most vivid memory is sitting in the airport terminal, watching…
It was a dark and stormy night. And as Abby and Lyn and I are wont to do on such nights, we decided to take a walk. We may or may not have done this previously, and ended up walking miles in the drenching rain, but I guess history shows a little wetness doesn’t stop us. So off we sauntered, enjoying the gloam and the bursting rose bushes. We were walking in a line- I was bringing up the rear-…
Dearly beloved, sit down and I will tell you a story. Once upon a time, I lived in Honduras in a house made of adobe and clay tiles. The house was simply a long row of rooms side by side, with a porch on the back side, connecting all the rooms. The house also had two courtyards, separated by a wall and a door. While living there, we often had different stripes of young men come to stay with us…
Living with a roommate is taking a real chance. One one hand, you save loads of money as opposed to living alone, but on the other, having the wrong roommate could make your life miserable. There are plenty of horror stories floating around the internet of terrible roommates- people who steal your food and clog the shower drain and watch you when you sleep. And then there’s the second kind of roommate- someone with whom you live merely to save…
You are totally allowed to give me a sideways look for this one. But a few years ago while visiting a friend in Pennsylvania, she suggested that we go dumpster diving that evening and see what we find. Always up for an adventure that feels like breaking the law without actually breaking it, I said YES! So we piled four girls into the car, and drove out into the dark and rainy night in search of the best trash. Hilarity…
People love to make fun of how southerners respond to snow. I mean, even I like to make fun of the way they wipe out the bread and milk selections at the first flake. But there is one thing that people forget to take into account, and that is… …Southerners know how to enjoy snow. When it snows in the north, the people bundle up and grimly go on about their lives, just waiting for the snow to go away. But…
There was a spot I passed every day on my way to work for many months. I saw the sign advertising that Daniel Boone’s parents were buried there, and while it always piqued my interest, I never managed to find the time to stop in. Until one day I glanced in on my way by and the gorgeous leaves just drew me in; I had to stop. So I pulled in, and this is what I found. A hush pervades…
Maybe I’ve told you this before. If so, my apologies in advance, but here goes. My roommate and I have a summer tradition we love. After work on a Friday night, we’ll head to Winston Salem and spend an hour at the mega thrift store there. Once we’re shopped out, we make a stop at Trader Joe’s and grab some of our favorites. A baguette Triple cream Brie with mushrooms Green and kalamata olives in herbs Ginger beer Dark chocolate…
This pastor was wicked and wouldn’t even help his wife; he made her work and make stew until her legs looked like men’s legs and he made her always wear skirts. The Bible says not to be wasteful so when I run out of laundry detergent I just throw in a bar of soap and don’t waste it…”
Some little imp in my ear made me put “Do a 5k” on my list of goals for 2017 that I handed to my boss. I don’t know what placed the idea there, seeing I could run about 49 feet before collapsing with a stroke, but there it was, for my boss and coworkers to see…