There is a picture on my mother’s dresser. It is sepia colored and old. But the eyes in that picture are young. They are full of life and wit and charm. With just a hint of mischief. They are my grandmother’s eyes. In that picture she is 18 and beautiful. Alive. In another old picture…
nostalgia
The scent of torment and love
My mama lied about her age so she could start working in a restaurant as soon as she turned 15. By the time she became a single mother to me 9 years later, she’d moved to another state, but her job was the same. And now it was a job of necessity instead of choice….
I am 7, after all
I feel the soil between my toes, hard and a little dusty. I can see the heat in the bean field rising up over the bushes as I amble between the rows, relentlessly throwing the little bean pods into the five-gallon bucket that my smallish 7 year old self won’t be able to move soon….
Just my little secret
Want to know how I haven’t lost my mind this week because of being stuck in the house? This kid: LOOK AT THE CURLS. (Photo taken with Camera+ app for iPhone4.“Nostalgia” & “Backlit” filters.) It’s hard to go stir crazy when an entire week home from work means the only hat I had to wear…
Top Ten Tuesday–Best of the Blog
Today’s Top Ten? Best of the blog. Y’all, I pour my heart and soul into everything I write here, and I hope it shows in the words on the screen. Just like all of Katie’s lists, this one’s going to be hard. 10. The Very First Post. This all started with me “Hoping and Wishing”…