Travel
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,…
Nose Hair
It’s no secret that but for my regular trips to the Brazilian Wax shop near me, I could have a second career as the bearded lady in a Victorian-era circus. …
No More Children
There are no more children in my house, unless you count the dog, who is 21 in dog years anyway, or my husband, who has the maturity of a middle…
