Walking in Tall Weeds
“All? It’s just my aunt and uncle coming, not the entire Baldwin calvary.” Dad snapped his buckle into place. His eyes connected with McKinley’s as he adjusted his rearview mirror, but in a blink, his attention returned to the road that led from the airport lot. “I don’t know why y’all persist in calling it ‘prison’ every time Aunt Juju and Uncle Lawrence come to town.”
“Because Julia persists in tellin’ me how I should think and feel. I can’t be comfortable…around my own kitchen table, no less.” Mama’s soft voice bounced off the glass.
“Not that you’re ever comfortable in the kitchen,” Dad murmured, his voice barely discernible.
I don't remember this photo. I believe my daddy took it one Easter Sunday morning nearly my lifetime ago. My sisters seem to be working hard to make sure I sat still long enough for him to capture this moment. They’re not the only ones who worked hard. My folks made...
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There’s God in Them Thar Hills!
If you look closely—as in turn the photo upside down and squint for ten minutes—you might detect what it took us eighteen laps to spot: a hill. And of course, the moment we laid eyes on it on our fifth day of walking, we felt it. Immediately. Our thighs started to...