One hundred and one days. That’s how long I’ve been sheltering in place, safer in placing, and working from home. I haven’t been home for this long since I took three months off for maternity leave 21 years ago. Except now I don’t have a newborn to keep me occupied. But I’m a creative person,…
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Lilylivered
Chicken livers. Tragedy* loves chicken livers. Specifically fried chicken livers. Being the good wife that I am, I decided that if he wanted them, he should have them. No…I did not order takeout. No…I did not have some delivered. I decided to make them at home…from scratch. That’s why this story is a testament to…
Decisions: The Plight of Motherhood
Decisions. That one word describes the whole plight of motherhood.
Inside the Mind of an Extrovert
Find out what it’s like to be an extrovert in a time of social distancing and shelter in place.
What not to say to a room full of Southerners…
NOTE: I wrote this post week before last, right when all of the coronavirus business was starting. When it appeared that things were getting serious, the radio station where I work went into disaster preparedness mode, and I was sent home to work. When you work for a news agency and the blankety-blank starts hitting…
The best-laid plans…
It’s been seven days now — seven days of social distancing.
Yo Sonic has to go, phở sho!
She came through the door with what looked like a Big Gulp in the crook of her right arm and a greasy paper sack in her left hand. Along with her friend, she made her way in and found a table where she proceeded to plop down, placing the limp brown bag in front of…
The Decade That Was
It just occurred to me the other day that not only are we nearing the end of the year, we’re at the end of a decade. I know I know … I’m a little slow on the uptake. Probably because it’s hard to believe that we’re fixing to put the teens behind us and head…
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas in Birmingham
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ‘Ham Not a creature was stirring, not even the Ram. The stocking was hung on Regions with care In hopes that St. NickRocks soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of boiled peanuts danced in their heads. And…
We hold these truths …
Sometimes what I want to write and what I actually write wind up being two different things entirely. Today is one of those times. I wanted to write about the 4th of July because it’s my favorite holiday (as I’ve talked about before). I’d paint a picture of barbecue smoke hanging heavy in the humid…