City sounds: I’m where I need to be right now

“Good morning Mom!” Are my favorite text messages. Love being in my daughter’s space these past few weeks… getting to know each other again… (I melted when I saw this little “Call Your Mom” block on the table next to her front door, of course. I know…) Feeling blessed beyond anything I could’ve possibly imagined….

Grandpa’s scrapbooks

A career US Marine who served in China and Korea after enlisting at age 14, my grandpa Albert Tidwell finally retired from military service in the late 1950s. He then became a teacher, professional writer, authored several books and wrote a weekly column in his local newspapers. He was a brilliant — and hilarious — storyteller…

When I forgave my parents, I found my… self

“And when he finally did let me drive, I tried to will myself to drive the car into a pole; I was that miserable. I didn’t want to be his wife; it meant I was his property; but I had you two little girls; and y’all were delightful; he was…” My mother’s voice trailed off,…

As the chips, and the hair, fell from my shoulders …

Presence of mind Clarity of thought I know who I am For I see who I’m not While in the hair salon the other day, my awesome stylist, who has been cutting and coloring my hair for over a decade, commented that the past few times I’ve been in, she’s noticed that I seem much…

Ode to Granny’s “Pretties”: Now I understand.

“Be careful with my pretties,” She hoped we’d understand. We did … and we didn’t, But respected her command.   Granny had these oddities, Little they had in common, She called them little “pretties,” and liked to gaze upon them.   Others called them chachkis, Nicknacks and thingamajigs, But Granny called them “pretties.” She was…