That Boy

I tried to figure out how many times I’ve said “That Boy” in reference to Henry in the last 10 days or so. There’s no telling. Hundreds? For those who have heard me talk, you can imagine how many syllables “That Boy” has in it. For those who haven’t, it has approximately 12. And it […]

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I hated having to write papers in high school and college. Writing a term paper was probably the most difficult thing I ever had to do in school other than recite a memorized poem in front of the class. But now I long to write. I need to do it. I have stories to tell […]

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We haven’t sent real-live, arrive in your mailbox cards in 9 years. We didn’t send them the year Charlie died and just never picked up the tradition again. Some things still remain pushed to the side. We love getting cards from everybody and seeing their kids and families grow. This year I decided we should […]

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Let me count the ways and the reasons I love you so much! Cooler weather Cuter clothes Clothes that cover most all parts of the body (for me AND for other people who shouldn’t be showing so much skin) The Fair – and by that I mean the ONLY Fair – The Georgia National Fair Pumpkins […]

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Feel Yourself Up

October. We all know what it means. We all know what it stands for. We are all doused from about July until November with pink. The most girly color ever. You know what? Women who fight breast cancer don’t want pink. They want strong colors. Because they are STRONG. And SURVIVE. But I refused to […]

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Way back when, a long time ago, Henry started at a Montessori school where we lived in Macon. They had the most adorable class of 2 year olds ever. They became a very close-knit group. They all moved up together to Primary and stayed together for the next two years. In that group, was a […]

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Some of y’all may have already seen this on Twitter and Facebook, but I wanted to share it here. Henry got the amazing opportunity to interview an Atlanta celebrity recently. Giggy A Dino is celebrating ONE YEAR of being Fernbank Museum’s mascot and Henry sat down with him to ask a few questions. You can […]

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Yes, there is an apostrophe in Malibu’s. There’s a reason but I don’t know it. My grandmother was an English teacher so I’m surprised she let it fly. My daddy is second from the left. He was 17 then. He bought that Fender Stratocaster and still to this day has the original box AND receipt […]

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This week I had the honor of sitting with a mom who graciously invited me, a stranger though we have mutual friends, into her home to talk about grieving the daughter she had said a final goodbye to only 11 days earlier. I say this is an honor, as strange as that may sound, because […]

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Where I’m From

I am from jewelry, from peach orchards and droves of Blue Bird buses. I am from the South… the hot and humid South. I am from the red clay and the cotton fields of Small Town Georgia. I am from Christmas Eve at Grannie’s, from Dennis and Peggy, Mary and Neal, Mollie and Elmer. I […]

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