"You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit," a friend frequently tells her children. At issue is usually red popsicle vs. purple, or something similarly unimportant. These behavioral guidelines are on my mind today as I think about my friend Elizabeth, whose inspiring story was published in our local paper this morning. … Continue reading Choose wisely.
Our kids are at camp. For the first time in 11 years, we have the entire house to ourselves for a week, dawn 'til dusk. I hauled to Goodwill discarded toys and clothes that will never be missed. My husband and I have had several actual conversations, uninterrupted by the need to serve as referees … Continue reading Alone time.
Four weeks in, the lazy days of summer break have ousted the careful weekly menu planning of the school year. Baseball, swimming, and pick-up games of (pick your outdoor yard sport) are more appealing than indoor food prep, so dinner has become a free-for-all buffet of whatever the fridge and pantry have to offer when … Continue reading Real summer food.
Our neighbors have a houseguest for the summer, or at least until the offspring fly the coop. A few weeks ago looking up from their favorite porch seats they noticed one of their fans would be temporarily inoperable. Mama robin had established herself as master of her new house, carefully assembled with a little assistance … Continue reading Summer houseguest
My friend Ken Hall once said that the problem with Memphis lay in the multitude of houses with expansive, fenced-in backyards and postage stamp front porches. It's true, which is why we continue to live in too much old house, nestled in the heart of Central Gardens. Neither we nor our neighbors have enough back … Continue reading Summer on the street
Bernard brought home a cooler full of turnip greens, freshly picked from his friend Bobby’s garden. Five washings. Salted pork broth. Stemming the greens. Adding a few handfuls at a time until they started to cook down. Simmer time. 4 hours round-trip, and totally worth the effort.