Goth

Goth

When I was a teenager, my mother was embarrassed of me. I guess the norm is for teenagers to be embarrassed by their parents, but for me, it was the other way around. My mom used to grimace or give me a look whenever I came into the room. Especially… Read the rest...

A breath of spring

So here we are, in the first week of spring. Real spring, according to the calendar, though weather across the country may disagree.Here in Tennessee, spring arrived uncharacteristically late. Two weeks ago there was ice and snow everywhere. Over the weekend before St. Patrick’s Day, spring magically arrived overnight, with… Read the rest...

Weekly blogging

If there’s one thing my husband is probably tired of hearing from me, it’s this: “What should I blog about?”It certainly isn’t his responsibility to think of things for me to write about, but I always end up turning to him for ideas because I can’t think of things. I… Read the rest...