It's Friday, September 10, 2021. Try, now, to remember precisely what you were doing on the evening of September 10, 2001. What were you wearing? What did you have for dinner? How was the weather? What were you planning to do the next morning? Can you remember? I can't. In general, I know that I … Continue reading Something about time.
A neighbor stoops to pet my dog (our dog, the littlest of our three), greeting him by name. It is a cool, but not chilly, late fall afternoon, children playing in their yards, lights beginning to turn on behind windows, streets laced with dog walkers out for a pre-dinner stroll. One of the children, a … Continue reading Many happy returns.
Memphis, once known as the hardwood capital of the world, was built on a bluff, the Chickasaw Bluff, along the eastern side of the Mississippi River. The soil on the bluff, according to my limited understanding of it, is an interesting mix of loess (windblown silt), glacial gravel and alluvial deposits, good for filtering water … Continue reading Ever green, and orange and black.
When I started writing this, 143 days ago, I was sitting on a porch in Santa Rosa, Florida. It was quiet, because it was early, and the sky was just beginning to lighten. I was alone, save for the birds. There was coffee, the sound of waves, a flutter of breeze, an occasional car on … Continue reading After and before.
In the patches of grass along sidewalks in my neighborhood, small, white Stars of Bethlehem are in full bloom, everywhere. They dot the lush green carpet like strands of Christmas lights twinkling in the sun. Ornithogalum umbellatum, that is their proper name. They are the common form of Ornithogalum, considered by many gardeners, most perhaps, … Continue reading Saturday.
"Do you miss it, Mama? Do you miss when we were little and climbing all over you and Daddy and laughing like that?" It is Thursday night, and we, just the two of us, are at the Patriotic Pops celebration, a warm-up concert for the holiday weekend. The night is unseasonably cool, hinting of a … Continue reading Ephemereality.
Here's what I know about time: It's going to keep moving forward, whether or not we move forward with it. Once upon a time, my daughter was small; now she is big - almost as tall as I am and able to say "thank you" on her own, without my prompting, when someone pays her … Continue reading 527,040.
Several years ago I was working on a strategic plan for a local non-profit, spending two or three long afternoons each week with the executive director as we plotted the steps toward a long-term vision. Each Thursday or Friday when we finished for the week she would ask about my weekend plans. "I have GOT … Continue reading Practical life.