That man o’ mine–he’s too much for me sometimes. He came home about a week ago with a giant bundle of sticks. I noticed them on the front porch as I entered the house and just shook my head: More crap left over from one of his jobs, I muttered to myself. And why it …
Category Archives: True Grits
City Mice in the Country & Other Fish out of Water
So I never realized what a city mouse I actually was until a tall, handsome, dashing stranger—the kind we’d all order up from Design-a-Man.com if we could bring ourselves to believe they really existed—invited me to sleep (chastely) with him under the stars in a bower of love and peace (just like Tristan and Isolde, …
I Brake for Butterflies
This week I realized that I have had no vacation this summer–it’s been work, work, work, except for the times I’ve carved out to play on this blog. And while I like work, and lord knows I need to work–hard and fast–to complete this project, I also needed … a change of pace. That’s how I …
Free, free, set them free…
A few days ago, Sam, one of two special men in my life disappeared for a full 24 hours. He didn’t come home, wasn’t seen in any of his usual haunts, missed his breakfast and his dinner. That was the factor that sent my doting Southern mama genes into panic mode. Because Sam–short for Sambuca–is …
