N Is for No: #atozchallenge

When I was a child, my family lived across the street from a couple whose daughter, Denise, was almost three years old. Denise had blonde hair her mother put up in a curly little pony tail. She was as cute as a bug and as bright as a button, but not as sweet as pie. … Continue reading N Is for No: #atozchallenge

D Is for Stinky, Ruffy, and a Dollop of Muggs*: #atozchallenge

Probably no one man should have as many dogs in his life as I have had, but there was more pleasure than distress in them for me except in the case of an Airedale named Muggs. He gave me more trouble than all the other fifty-four or -five put together, although my moment of keenest … Continue reading D Is for Stinky, Ruffy, and a Dollop of Muggs*: #atozchallenge

Day K: Kerfuffle #AtoZChallenge

K is obviously for Kathy, a name at the heart of a lifelong kerfuffle. The plan was to name me Katherine for my great-grandmother and to call me Kathy. But at the last minute, when the nurse came in and asked for the baby's name so they could type up a birth certificate, my mother … Continue reading Day K: Kerfuffle #AtoZChallenge

#AtoZChallenge Day C: Contrariwise

I believe I've fallen behind. My Day B (April 2) post went online about five minutes before Day C started in my time zone. Now, less than four hours before Day D begins, I'm just starting on Day C. Technically, I'm okay--observing the letter of the law (take some time to chuckle over that before … Continue reading #AtoZChallenge Day C: Contrariwise

Happy Birthday, Veazey

Today is my cousin Mary Veazey's birthday. I will not say how old she is. I'll say only that she is old enough that she's always thought she had the right to boss me around. We have had many good times together. The most memorable, right now,¬†aside from the times we almost broke up church … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Veazey

You’re Sixty

Today would have been my mother's ninety-eighth birthday. On last May 1, my father would have been one hundred. When I take the time to really think about that, it's mind-boggling. I can't imagine them at those ages. Mother used to tell a story about my great-aunt Lydia's sixtieth birthday. Lydia, her mother, her two … Continue reading You’re Sixty

Petting Zoos, Methodists, and Misbehavior

The petting zoo has come to BookPeople! Consequently, the average age in the coffee shop--aka my office--is considerably lower than usual. I estimate it at approximately two. Normally I filter out noise and activity to¬†concentrate on writing. The ability to hyperfocus is a gift. Today, however, what's going on around me is more interesting than … Continue reading Petting Zoos, Methodists, and Misbehavior

The House

Only Day 2, and I'm already tempted to drop out of Writing 101. Yesterday I had all day. I started early, ignored the instructions and wrote what and how I wanted, and took my time doing it. Fine. Today I had both morning and afternoon meetings, and now I'm as tired as I was when … Continue reading The House

Shut-eye

A brief report: I'm spending a couple of days with my cousin VZ. That's the one who fell asleep while I was reading her the first pages of my work in progress two years ago. I posted about the incident here even as she was snoring away in the other bed--we were sharing a hotel … Continue reading Shut-eye

Let’s Talk About…

Let's talk about chickens. When I was very young, I had a pet chicken, a white bantam hen named Dickie. I don't remember how she, of all the chickens my parents raised for fun and drumsticks, became a pet. I think she belonged to a clutch of chicks my mother raised in the kitchen closet … Continue reading Let’s Talk About…

ROW80 01.25.12 & Fentress Memories

I returned Sunday from four days in Higginsville, Missouri. I had accompanied my cousin Mary Veazey to see her brother, Wray, and his family. Wray has been in the hospital in Kansas City for the past couple of weeks. He's doing much better now and will be released from captivity in another couple of weeks … Continue reading ROW80 01.25.12 & Fentress Memories

Recycled: Burnt Toast

The following post originally appeared on Whiskertips. For those unfortunate enough to have missed it the first time, I repeat it here. ~~~~~~~~~~ I burn toast. It's hereditary. My mother burned toast. My grandmother burned toast. In fact, once when my grandmother was making cornbread dressing for Christmas dinner, she burned the toast three consecutive … Continue reading Recycled: Burnt Toast