1979 was a magical year to be four years old. You bounced around in your family’s barge-sized Chevy Impala, not worried about buckling up in the back seat, and you slurped water right from the garden hose, savoring the metallic tinge. Best of all, you zoomed through your house in your Wonder Woman Underoos, deflecting…
It’s been one year since Harvey, and I still can’t take down the green Post-it from my fridge that lists the Coast Guard phone number. I’ll never forget the night we scrambled to move valuables to our second floor as the water crept closer and closer. We were the lucky ones. The water stopped short…
Just saw on Twitter that a local elementary school is offering a Kinder Parent Information Night and thought, “How progressive to teach parents to be kind and compassionate this year!” Realized later that Kinder was short for Kindergarten. But what if it really meant learning to be kind? (Some of my teacher friends just sat…
McLeod sat down beside me on the couch the other day with a meaningful look. With the arrival of August, he made an important announcement: “Just 30 days ’til Alabama football.” Now the race is really on to finish the covered patio that I was convinced would be done by now–oh, how optimistic I was…