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Picking Out Glasses

I went on my annual pilgrimage to the eye doctor earlier today.  I’ve had eyeball surgery three times in my life, so the poking and prodding they do for a…

I Am a Magician

I was having lunch with my husband in a semi-fancy restaurant when I had an epiphany.  Y’all, I am a freaking magician.  I can turn a lightly grilled piece of…

Renaissance Festival

I went to visit my son a few weeks ago in Houston, home of the World’s Worst Highway System.[1]  It was a busy, whirlwind trip, and one of the things…

In Defense of Gossip

When my kids were little, I made sure they knew there was a difference between tattling and telling.  Tattling was bad.  Tattling was telling on someone for the sole purpose…

Grownup’s Table

I remember being a little kid and being stuck at the grownup’s table.  We might have been at a restaurant or at someone else’s house, but somewhere where retreating to…

A Whole Crop of New Germs

My daughter is a freshman at college.  She is 800 miles away from home in a completely different type of environment.  She has gone from the semi-rural south to metropolitan…

Do Unto Others

The other day, comedienne Leighann Lord tweeted out the following oh-so-profound statement: “I’m no longer interested in productivity being the measure of my humanity.”[1]  That struck me like a lightning…

Spoiling Our Dog

My husband often accuses me of spoiling our dog.  He says this because I allow him to sleep on my feet and lick my hands and sometimes I give him…

Real Adult Life

Raising children is entertaining, if you can manage to take a step back from dirty diapers, dirty dishes, and dirty words coming out of formerly innocent mouths.  Each stage of…

Not My Job

In my last column I wrote about what a dream it was to travel with my group of sorority sisters, all of whom are, in addition to being kind and…

Sisters

Once upon a time, I was a teenager.  And that teenager went to college and did the whole sorority rush thing and made a whole bunch of friends she called…

The Art of Hotel Rooms

Summer is conference season.  Every week in June, and several weeks in July, I am going to somebody’s annual get-together.  It doesn’t matter where.  The conference could be in Paris,…