Dear words that are deep in, We have spent so much time together just us feeling the stories we created or witnessed or imagined. I know that we argue over sharing the stories through the written word when it’s so easy to TELL the story and the satisfaction that comes with verbally releasing it to […] … Continue reading Words Deep In… — Revolutions
It's August. I've been writing a lot about my childhood of late and I want to share a remembrance that is pure August for me. This is a story of crepe myrtles and my Grandpa, Bernard. Summer is always synonymous with my Grandpa, my mama's daddy, to whom I was very close all 21 years … Continue reading Remembering Augusts Past…
I pick up knitting every few years but I’m not committed. And I’m entirely ok with that. I have this wonderful woven basket that I picked up on a trip through Mexico years ago and it has always housed the yarn and knitting needles I have collected in my on and off years of knitting. … Continue reading Yarn.
This morning, Ity randomly asked, “Mama, is the moon hot? Well, that led us to all kinds of moon research and discussion! We watched the moon landing, saw the terrain of the moon, and talked about the atmosphere, which helped answer her question. Snug said she wanted to be an astronaut and to explore the … Continue reading Questioning the Moon..
I have always been a stomper… I have always been at ease living bigger than life My footprints are wide and true Meant for many to find and Not to follow. No. Not to follow. But to make wide and true their footprints Right along side mine. Come, my fellow footprinters… And stomp with me. … Continue reading Stomp
I have huge problems with politicians and trust them all about as far as I can throw them. I never had any love for the Clintons or the Bush family who were in office in my formative years… By the time the Obamas entered onto the scene I had long lost complete faith in this … Continue reading 8
It’s 3am. Our bedroom is directly below the girls’ room and the floors are squeaky as hell so if one gets out of bed, it wakes me up… I can also tell if the squeaks head to the bathroom so I don’t worry about making the trek across the family room and up into the … Continue reading Ritual