With most things in my life, I try for perspective. Events – sad, happy, tragic or joyous – are best accepted and/or enjoyed if kept in the right proportion. I’m …
Metamorphosis of a book-buyer
Sometimes I feel like an Amazon lab rat.
Not the Amazon region, rainforest rat. I feel like a Jeff Bezos, Amazon.com, caught-in-the-maze lab rat.
To make it worse, I seem to enter …
Missing a lone pink tulip
The lone pink tulip is gone.
In April of 2016, I saw one pink tulip in a field of daffodils along Pellissippi Parkway. I came back the next day to investigate, …
The pantry purge
This week’s “spring cleaning” job was to tackle the pantry. My husband, Neville, and I aren’t fans of pantry purging but will occasionally set a time to work together to …
Snipping the years away
I have a new grandson.
I still have only three, and this “new” grandson is still 4 years old, lives in Franklin and answers, when it suits him, to the name …
Pondering an impoundment
Unanswered questions are the curse of a journalist’s existence. Long before I knew I wanted to be a journalist, I knew I had to find answers.
It must be embedded in …
The value of time
My children were young when my mother died – 10 and 6 years old. Gran, as they called her, lived in West Tennessee, 283 miles from our door to hers. …
Goodbye, my dear friend
I had to say goodbye to a dear friend this week. He was just three years older than I am, but his health had been failing for the past several …