Dorks, Circa 1991

My friend, Mike, with whom I went to both high school and college, found this picture at his parents’ house over the holidays. He was kind enough to pass it along, so I thought i would pass it on to my Dogwood Girl readers (all three of you). The picture was taken on the back porch of my parents’ house,… Read more →

Princess Gets Married

My baby sister, the Princess, got married this past weekend. Fiancee, now husband, is a Florida Gator [gasp], which is like oil and water for this Georgia Bulldog. However, he redeemed himself in his unabashed love for my son, and now that we are family, he and I are slowly getting to know one another better. Oh, yeah, and I… Read more →

More Little Pleasures

I have recently been making a concerted effort to take time and notice the little things, since this is the last time i will ever have very little ones in my house, and they are growing so fast. I know that in no time, I will be one of those foaming-at-the-mouth-needing-a-grandbaby kind of women, so I must enjoy what i… Read more →

Happy Birthday, Pop!

My grandfather turned 90 years old last week. He is the last of my grandparents living, but one of three that I had the pleasure of getting to know. I never met my mother’s father, as he passed away before my parents were married, but I have spent hours of time with Pop, who is my dad’s father. Pop was… Read more →

Go Creekers!

My best friends as a kid and a teenager were mostly neighbors from the old neighborhood, Saddle Creek. Our swim team was called The Creekers. I now refer to the old neighborhood as “the creek,” in much the same way Dawson, Pacey, and Joey referred to their own waterway on Dawson’s Creek. I don’t get to see those guys so… Read more →

What I Did On My Christmas Vacation, Vol. III: Back at the Homestead

We left Dadeville on Christmas morning. Note to self: Do not agree to stay in condo and check out on Christmas morning, as Christmas morning should be for church, or coffee by a roaring fire, or champagne while opening gifts, or joy of childrens’ faces upon seeing what was in their stockings. It should not involve packing a van, dressing… Read more →