What we planned to eat this past week was very carefully detailed in last week's (very short) post. What we actually ate was this: Easter brunch leftovers, Easter brunch leftovers, more Easter brunch leftovers, even more E. b. l., and pizza. I've had a gracious plenty of deviled eggs (they really were good), ham, and … Continue reading Weekly menu, 4.8.13
We live in a suburb, built just inside the easternmost edge of the city limits, away from the hustle of downtown commotion. The planners were thoughtful in their design, carefully laying out our blocks on a grid so the neighborhoods would be easy to navigate by foot or bicycle, the shops and restaurants easy to … Continue reading Memphis, March 2013.
She's a Savannah girl, transported to Memphis to follow her true love. They met at Duke, years ago. Later they would tell different stories about their early romance, but the common narrative was that they married other people, had families, lived lives apart and then rediscovered one another, each newly single, during a reunion weekend. … Continue reading Starting over.
Few people understand as well as my friend Marjorie that life is the adventure you make it. Not in an aggressive, carpe diem, "shall we go to Borneo?" way, but in the genuine, inject a bit of madcap into your average Saturday way. I wasn't a bit surprised a week ago, talking about what we … Continue reading People are good.
One. Our neighbor's roosters flew the coop, again. To the delight of some and annoyance of others, the colorful fowl have been frequent morning visitors around the block. Urban free range poultry in our slice of heaven, midtown Memphis. Two. Figs are my favorite summer fruit. I wonder sometimes whether that's because they're divinely delicious … Continue reading Summer in the city.
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