Back in January, I told you about the angst I was having over my youngest grandson, Gardner, not being able to have the Santa toys he received at my house …
Nonsense from my muddled mind
I have no idea what they teach in journalism these days, but, back in the day, two of the things we learned involving ledes – the opening sentence of a …
They’re thin, they’re rich and they’re baaaack!
Last March, I claimed altruism.
In the past, I have claimed nostalgia, gluttony and a weak will.
This year, I am once again searching for my own rationalization on why-oh-why-oh-why I cannot …
Gigi and Minecraft battle again
Minecraft has come back into my life, thanks to my 6-year-old grandson, King.
It has been a while. My last experience with the video game experience was one of both awe …
What are you doing for Lent?
Conversations this week in my circle of friends have usually included naming what he or she is “giving up for Lent.” The Lent season started last week on Feb. 17, …
Lament for snow days
I remember the spring of 1977 after graduating from the University of Tennessee the year before. I was a full-fledged member of the Knoxville News-Sentinel Women’s Department, writing wedding, engagement …
Video chats gone wild
The dragon on my head always brings peals of laughter from my Nashville grandson, King, especially when I open my mouth, and the dragon breathes fire down my neck.
Grandson Gardner …
Grumpy in the seventh-inning stretch
Stupid groundhog.
I mean really. Would it have hurt him to just blink a little and say, “Naw, that’s not my shadow. Spring is on the way!”
Truthfully, I know I’m in …