Violet love: a camp memoir
Sometimes I miss, even long for, the naïveté of youth. Then is the time for free and innocent expression… before you realize sometimes words have dual meaning. For me, summers at the all-girls Jennie Arnold Edwards Y Camp in the 70s...First things first…or last…or just in time?*
Like many, I enjoy some blog downtime over the holidays to be fully present with my family; but I couldn't resist a good old fashioned blog carnival, hosted by my friend Jo-Lynne at Musings of a Housewife. She's asked us to take a look over the past...
Laundry & lines & suds & such
I love my hometown; though it was never as small, it’s Mayberry to me. A few weeks ago I went back to celebrate my niece’s first birthday. Since my parents aren’t living, it’s not a trip I make often enough. Walking though Five Points, I...Where the wild things are
{Note: This is one time you'll want to click pictures to supersize them!In this case, bigger is better!!} The mecca of our family's summer pilgrimage is more than sand and sea… It's where the wild things are. The only high rises are Live Oaks older...Childhood in a bottle
Scent-memory can transport me to a time and place in history at the speed of inhale. The smell of July's heat on a pine needle blanket…to years of Summer camp. Mothballs…to my grandmother's cedar closet. Estee Lauder Youth Dew perfume…to high...Welcome!
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