I found it interesting that this weekend The Atlanta Journal Constitution (who has in the past years lost some of its luster, in my opinion) had a profile of a family who plays Bocce ball with one another and the aspects of the game itself. I don’t remember now if my mother told me who [...]
So I just talked to my mom a while ago, and after reading my post about my favorite Super Bowl ads she decided to share her own favorites with me: her votes are for the sock puppets party for Kia, the steer running with the Clydesdale for Budweiser. She also, like me, didn’t understand the [...]
We had been planning and anticipating the trip up to the cabin for weeks on end before we finally loaded everything up and went. I drove up to Ringgold from Rome to join the family in the four wheel drive so I could make it up to the paradise simply known as Cohutta. It’s well [...]
“Look around you at the gifts of God, the clear sky, the pure air, the tender grass, the birds; nature is beautiful and sinless, and we, only we, are godless and foolish, and we don’t understand that life is a paradise, for we have only to understand that and it will at once be fulfilled [...]
This is my first year alone in a real apartment for Christmas, and my mother was kind enough to donate me her artificial tree she was using in her own cottage house in St. Elmo. This year she decided she wanted to go smaller for the house, so she passed it along to me before [...]
I did my best to try and take a picture with both dogs sitting patiently with their Halloween scarves on for my mom yesterday, but even keeping treats in my hand couldn’t make Lucy obey as Millie looked on from the porch, sitting next to my mother like a disgruntled teenager thinking to herself “God, [...]
Last night, my mother gave me specific instructions on what she wanted me to do at the St. Elmo house this afternoon while I did my four trash bags full of laundry. This amount of laundry is typical for me, since I only tend to wash everything around once every two weeks to a month, [...]
My mother called me yesterday afternoon while I was at work, and while she was on her break at her job at the library, to tell me about the dogs latest shenanigans. “Kevin,” she said. “You won’t believe what Millie did.” “What now?”
My mother and I traded phone calls last night for a few minutes before she finally found a moment to talk on her way home. When she finally made it to the Ringgold house, Lucy and Millie began jumping all over her. “Ugh, I wasn’t going to wash these pants but I guess I am [...]
Oh how much more 1980s could I have been back during this birthday party where, wearing these glasses, it seemed I was more upset than anything. Could it be that they were the ugliest thing ever stuck on my face? Quite possibly so.