Airports make me sentimental. Although I’m aware that many people are flying to attend a conference in Omaha or something else equally as dull and daunting, when I’m sitting at the gate with my overpriced coffee or at the bar with my overpriced...
I waited on my mama to make her appearance at our annual Memorial Day family reunion with a nauseating mixture of need, anxiety and dread. When she arrived, I blinked and shook my head like a battered boxer in an attempt to adjust and refocus her...
I know everyone has a favorite season, but I really cannot emphasize enough, how much I love summer. It is everything. I despise cold weather and relish every hot, steamy day of summer. In fact, I love it so much I have to check myself regularly...
Conley and I went to the AT&T store the other day for a new phone. Gil, the associate who helped us, was young and friendly. As he was checking out our account, he joyfully told me that we could save some money. Considering that a phone bill for...
My mom’s handwriting, even after all this time, is still as recognizable to me as my own. Mama’s handwriting, I always felt, was indicative of who she was, well, when she was in a good way – pretty and neat and comforting. I have little notes...
Between sips of Folgers from their lipstick rimmed styrofoam cups, my grandmother and some of her sisters held court and gossiped mercilessly from their middle pew in the funeral home chapel. One particularly tearful woman caught the worst of...
We both have old eyes, eyes that have seen too much. Sad brown eyes that glint with golden flecks – when the sun hits them just right. And, our hair. goodness, do we have great hair. People assumed that because we both looked back at them with...
I’ll open an umbrella inside or stroll under a ladder without a second thought. I don’t have lucky socks or a special game day jersey. I am pragmatic to a fault. However, when it comes to flipping the calendar from the tenth to the eleventh month, I...
I took my daughter to buy basketball shoes the other day. I had researched them, attempting to ascertain not only what was the best shoe for the price, but also which ones were popular right now. When I asked her what kind she wanted she shrugged...
To torture my daughter, I bought a coffee mug with a headless horseman throwing a jack-o-lantern. It is emblazoned with the one word that our daughter has asked us to never use – “Yeet”. Of course, the more she begs us to stop saying it, the...