writing
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The rambling insight of an ole’ woman who lives in the swamp… I have been making changes lately. Not that anybody would notice, mind you. Or if they have, they have done the polite southern thing and acted like they did not see a thing. The children, and a few other brave souls, have become…
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I have lived through enough technology “upgrades” to know that progress is both a miracle and a menace. It gives us maps in our pockets, cameras in our phones, and music on command. It also gives us passwords we forget, chargers we lose, and the strange modern panic of realizing our cell phone battery is…
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Why we make them, why some sound almost respectable, and why Daddy was right…We have all made excuses. Some of us make them politely. Some of us make them creatively. A few folks make them with the confidence of a courtroom attorney defending a raccoon caught in a pantry at midnight. An excuse is often…
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Why who we become is less “either/or” and more “both, constantly, forever.” We love a good debate. Coffee or tea. Cats or dogs. Pineapple on pizza or immediate culinary exile. So naturally, when it comes to human personality, we’ve tried to turn it into a match-up too… nature versus nurture. But the truth is, “Nature…
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If I had to be an animal for exactly one week—not forever, not for tax reasons, just one weird magical trial period—I would absolutely be an otter. Not a lion. Not an eagle. Not one of those majestic horses in perfume commercials. An otter. Why? Because otters seem like they have cracked the code to…
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Today was one of those rare, holy little gifts… a day off with no hurry attached to it. No alarm hollering at me like it had been personally offended. No shoes needing to be found in a panic. No coffee being gulped down like medicine. Just me, the morning, and the kind of quiet that…
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I have lived long enough to remember when “the computer” was a mysterious box people spoke of with either reverence or suspicion, depending on whether it had just made their work easier or eaten three hours of typing. I have watched technology arrive in this world like a baby, adorable, noisy, impossible to ignore, and…
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When I was young, learning was simply what we did. We went to school. We went to Sunday school. We learned lessons from our parents, our grandparents, our neighbors, and—whether we were ready for it or not—society itself. Back then, learning came with sharpened pencils, church shoes, spelling tests, Bible verses, dinner-table manners, and the…
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I have developed many habits over my lifetime, some noble, some questionable, and a few that probably deserve their own apology letter. Some have fallen by the wayside, some are still hanging on like loyal little life rafts, and others will surely show up in the future—because apparently, I am still under construction even at…
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I sat with the phrase “the hard years” this morning longer than I expected. At first, I thought surely I could point to one clean chapter, one obvious stretch of time, one neatly labeled season where life looked me square in the face and said, “Well, bless your heart, let’s see what you’re made of.”…
