May 7, 2017

May 7, 2017

Growing up, we ate a bowl of grits almost every morning before school. I’d push my bowl aside to lay down on the warm spot it left behind. We’ve raised our own little people on Quaker, and today, almost everybody is a grits-eating believer. Songbird is the only...
Sink or Swim

Sink or Swim

When I was little, I was afraid to get baptized. I thought there might be sharks in the baptismal pool. Eventually, after watching folks get dunked unscathed, I decided to wade in the water. My body got wet, but my stony heart remained high and dry. I remember...
April 9, 2017

April 9, 2017

I’m not a pancake person, but I’ll take Hubby’s creations over Cracker Barrel’s or IHOP’s any day. He has perfected the combination of light and fluffy middles and crispy edges. I found the recipe years ago in a book I permanently “borrowed” from a library and the...
Getting My Duckies All in a Row

Getting My Duckies All in a Row

Did you know that Peg in “Peg + Cat” doesn’t have a nose? Or that a giant magnet can unleash the stuck zipper of an invisibility suit? Well, thanks to TD I know these facts, and so much more. For instance… There are several dead ladybugs in Think Tank’s...
Father, May I?

Father, May I?

TD peered over the counter and eyed the last slice of quiche—which just happened to be on my plate. “Can I have it?” Before I could hand it over, albeit grudgingly, Hubby stepped in. “You really have to start telling TD ‘No.’ Just ‘No,’ with no explanation.” Saying...
You Talkin’ to Me?

You Talkin’ to Me?

Remember the understood you? That parenthetical, unwritten word reigns supreme here in my house, and not just when we’re diagramming sentences. When I say, “Stop!” TD knows just who I’m talking about. He stops lapping up his milk like Oscar or hopping down the stairs...

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