Re: Tired
byIt has taken me more than a year to publicly write these words, and it’s still not easy. But here goes, at last: I lost my job. Thirteen months ago. This was not ideal.
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Skeleton at the Feast 2018
byIt’s that time of year when I feebly try to encapsulate 12 months into 80 minutes of music. “Skeleton at the Feast” is our…
Just a-Swingin’
byThere are miserable things about living in the South. I’m not talking about racism and poverty, which are everywhere. (I’ve got a couple of…
Pea Shell, My Belle
byI’ve repaired Adirondack chairs that were rotting and turned shipping pallets into adorable porch swings. But for my money (or lack thereof), peapod wine…
Whatever We Deny or Embrace
byScouring secondhand stores is nothing new for me. One day last week I realized that I was clothed entirely in used gear, excepting my…
Recharged
byIt’s just supposed to be a quick trip. Three hours tops. Instead, it turns into an all-day adventure — bookended by hefty doses of…
Lucky Strike
byI don’t take much to jewelry, personally. In high school, I convinced my mom and dad that I had to have a class ring…
Skeleton at the Feast 2017
by“I’ve found my thing, and that’s what I stick with,” a friend once told me, when I was trying to push her into some…
Comfort and Joy
byThe winter of 2015, Alzheimer’s took away my Mom’s ability to speak. That same week, a pair of cardinals, her favorite bird, built a…