I’m pretty sure this isn’t Rant Friday, but oh well.
The other night, Mom and I went out to dinner. We selected a restaurant we’d eaten at before, one where we’d had a good dining experience. We expected nothing less.
Were we mistaken.
Author Archives: Debbie
I’m a Lucky Dog
Dallas here.
Mama’s busy with something she calls a “deep edit” of her novel-in-progress, so I’m commandeering her blog again.
You don’t mind too much, do you?
Baby, It’s Cold Outside!
It’s COLD. Practically everywhere.
And while cold — and the misery it imparts — is relative, you know it’s cold when the weather folks start talking about a Polar Vortex and advising viewers to protect pets, pipes, and tender vegetation.
Caregiving, by Default
I never saw myself in the role of caregiver.
Never trained as a nurse. Never watched my parents care for their parents.
And if I’m to be truly honest, I don’t have a caregiver’s personality. I’m more selfish than that. And, as a creative person, I protect my psyche and guard my time with a certain fierceness.
As 2013 Comes to a Close
Heirlooms in a Dress Shirt Box
One nice thing about having another place to call “home” is the certainty of finding a treasure you’d forgotten you had.
Such is often the case when we travel to South Mississippi.
A Cherokee Blessing
“May the warm winds of heaven blow
softly upon your house.
May the Great Spirit bless all who enter there.
May your moccasins make happy tracks in many snows,
and may the Rainbow always touch your shoulder.”
—-American Indian Cherokee Blessing
P.S. Merry Christmas to all my blogging friends!
I Do Know How to Drive …. Honest
Yesterday I drove to Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport to pick My Favorite Domer up for the holidays.
Today I’m apologizing to all those drivers on I-10 for the stupid move I made that could have taken out dozens of us. Maybe more.
Here’s how it went down:
Whose Birthday is it Anyway?
Let’s be honest here, okay? There are some pretty tacky ways families can “deck the halls” now, and a brief foray into a few new stores showed me just how much I’ve been missing.
Healing, Body and Spirit
Ever since I can remember, I’ve felt drawn to the South, especially during the long, cold, grey days of winter.
That pull has been exceptionally strong this year, when temperatures took an uncharacteristic early nosedive — and have yet to recover.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 