What I started writing for today was (is) a post about generations. But here’s what I have to offer instead: When my son was in elementary school, he signed up to participate in a sports team to which he quickly took a dislike. He didn’t enjoy either the game or the coaching, and he wanted … Continue reading Hold please…
I have a friend who moved to back to Memphis a decade ago, after many years away. She rented a house instead of buying, unsure of how long she might stay. The neighborhood she choose was a “good” neighborhood by neighborhood standards, meaning it was relatively stable, a combination of starter homes and rentals that … Continue reading A story about parents.
So what happened was this: A few days ago I decided to hang on to the bananas that were past looking yummy to eat, using them instead to make banana bread, with the recipe from Sally's Baking Addiction that I recommended in an earlier post (summer?). It really is a good recipe and better with … Continue reading Just another Sunday night.
(Why yes, this post was — once again — written on a tiny phone screen, this time while lying in a soft, comfy bed at a friend’s childhood home. Expect typos and silly word substitutions. Also, this is a long one, in three parts and using two previously published pieces. Not sure I’m going to … Continue reading Transitions.
(Written on a tiny phone screen again, this time while on a plane. Expect typos and funny word substitutions.) When I started working at what is now Kindred Place, one of the first items on my to-do list was planning and executing the annual fundraising event, known at the time as the Hands of Hope … Continue reading Dreams.
Understand that I’m not making a promise, either to you or to me. It isn’t a promise, but it is a true truth: This little bit of daily writing might have become a habit, or at least something that I’m now so accustomed to doing that not doing it feels a little like not brushing … Continue reading Something about commitment.
I'm going to write this free-form and fairly quickly, because I have for days now worked a little at a time, writing and erasing, editing and refining what I intended to offer as the last entry in this 56-day lark. I've written and re-written and it's still utterly dull and now quite overworked. This morning, … Continue reading Something about companionship.
A couple I know, or used to know, had an enviable weeknight routine: When he arrived home from work each day, she made two martinis, handed one to him, and the two of them sat together in a room to talk about their respective days. Their children knew better than to interrupt them, knew they … Continue reading Something about cocktail hour.