Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah or whatever you celebrate. Thank you so much for reading this year. Hope you continue in 2018.
Category: Blog Post
A Christmas Memory: When my brother and I got matching Dolphins jerseys
Following is something I wrote for AL.com in my second month of work there in 2012. The assignment was to write about our favorite childhood Christmas gift, or what we considered to be our Red Rider BB Gun. Actually, my over-sized Raggedy Ann and Andy were my favorites but the memory below was near the… Continue reading A Christmas Memory: When my brother and I got matching Dolphins jerseys
The Fly children and the boy preacher at Goshen United Methodist Church
From the time I was a child, my parents took my brother Doofus and me to the dinner-on-the-ground each third Sunday in May at Goshen Unite Methodist Church in Tennessee. It’s the church where my grandmother sang as a child and where my mother attended until the family moved to Georgia when she was 11… Continue reading The Fly children and the boy preacher at Goshen United Methodist Church
Nooooo! Not the Save the Dogs commercial
Baby Girl and I are suckers for strays. In high school, she brought home a beagle, a runt kitty caught in a rain storm and a kitty born in the rubble demolished home after the 2011 tornadoes. So when I hear the strains of Sarah McLachlan introducing the ASPCA commercial, I immediately reach for the… Continue reading Nooooo! Not the Save the Dogs commercial
When you catch your husband with his hand in your gnome’s butt …
Sweetums is never one to let a contentious election keep him down. Perhaps it’s a good thing that he provided a much-needed distraction Tuesday night as the country focused on poor ol’ Alabama. (And for the record, World, I love this state and its wonderful people unconditionally). Any-hoo, back to Sweetums and his distraction. I… Continue reading When you catch your husband with his hand in your gnome’s butt …
