Category Family
I see dead people. In my bathtub. Did that get your attention? I hope so; I always want your attention. But to be honest, the reality of my situation is not as shocking or creepy as it sounds. But it is a… Continue Reading →
This is my niece Sadie. She’s almost 4 years old. This morning, Sadie arrived at school to find she was the only kid in class who’d participated in Dr. Seuss Dress-up Day. Oh, the humanity. She burst into tears, wouldn’t go… Continue Reading →
A few years ago, I wrote this piece about New Year’s Resolutions. Having just reread it, I realize it may rub some of you wrong. It’s not inspiring in that “make this the best year ever!” kind of way. But it’s honest. (Sometimes honesty… Continue Reading →
I greet you, reader, from an upstairs bedroom at my parents’ house in Alabama. It’s the day after Christmas, the TV is droning, and downstairs a dog barks as my nieces, ages 3 and 5, belt out another round of… Continue Reading →
The annual Beaufort Christmas Parade happened yesterday afternoon, and from my perspective, it was one of the best ever. (Here are the cheerleaders from Lady’s Island Middle School, featuring one Amelia Evans, age 13). Last year, however, I very nearly had – shudder! –… Continue Reading →
I’m not sure when it happened, exactly. Looking back, I can’t pinpoint the specific year things changed… when I transformed from a cheerful holiday enthusiast into one of those folks who often feels cranky and overwhelmed this time of year…. Continue Reading →
I got up early this morning with the sincere intention of penning a Thanksgiving post, but I just wasn’t feeling it. Fortunately, I wrote a column last year about . . . well, not feeling it. It seems to fit the occasion just fine! So,… Continue Reading →
I almost didn’t write this piece. In doing so, I willfully open myself up to the harsh disapproval and flat-out wrath of many whom I respect and admire. That knowledge gives me no pleasure and, in fact, makes me shudder. But… Continue Reading →
This Halloween, there was a strange role reversal at our house. For the first time in ages, I found myself in need of a costume while my daughter was not. Jeff and I were invited to a costume party, while… Continue Reading →
Last night I had the pleasure of reading a short essay I wrote for a beautiful new collection called “South” to a room full of Southerners – both natural-born and transplanted. I was asked by the book’s editor/author, Wendy Pollitzer, to write about… Continue Reading →