And It Begins

Rollie says, “Mama watch. Get mark. Get set. GO!” and drives his trucks in a circle through the living room, into the hall, around the kitchen, through the dining room, and back into the living room. “Again,” he says. I am busy doing other things and mutter “uh-huh,” without really looking at what he is doing. He will not be… Read more →

We are Superhero

You may have noticed that I’ve been listening to The Go! Team lately. I don’t think it is the best album I have ever heard, but it is definitely fun. It sounds to me like a cross between “Hollaback Girl,” the theme from The Six Million Dollar Man, Cibo Matto, and the Battle of the Planets theme. When I am… Read more →

My Time in the Big House

I spent the weekend with my roommates from college. Dana’s family has a farm outside of Asheville, and we end up meeting there once or twice a year for a weekend. I drove up on Friday and arrived about 2 o’clock. Honey and Laura came from Charlotte, and Dana was coming from Winston-Salem; their drives were much shorter than mine,… Read more →

Mother, Iconoclast

This is how sad my life is. . . I was unloading the dishwasher for the second time yesterday, and I started putting away Rollie’s sippy cups in their designated drawer. Most of his cups are made by Gerber. They have interchangeable lids, meaning you can put the lid from any Gerber cup on any other Gerber cup and it… Read more →

Weekend in Auburn

Todd, my rapidly vanishing husband (left) and I took the kids to Auburn for the weekend. His parents live outside of Auburn in the metropolis known as Dadeville. We got in late friday night, and then Saturday afternoon, we left the kids with Grandma, Papaw, and MeeMaw (their great-grandmother), and headed into Auburn for A NIGHT TO OURSELVES! First, we… Read more →

My New Favorite Word

uxorious \uk-SOR-ee-us; ug-ZOR-\, adjective:Excessively fond of or submissive to a wife. It is batty to suppose that the most uxorious of husbands will stop his wife’s excessive shopping if an excessive shopper she has always been. — Angela Huth, “All you need is love,” Daily Telegraph, April 24, 1998 Flagler seems to have been an uxorious, domestic man, who liked… Read more →