Creative Nonfiction by Andrea Badgley
On November 23, 2013, I declared, It’s official: I am reading America. I dedicated myself to reading three books set in each US state and written by someone who had lived in that state. I also wanted to read men, women, and authors of color from every state in order to be exposed to a … Continue reading I finished my Andrea Reads America project!
The temperatures have finally dropped to match the season. We were getting August temperatures clear through the end of September. It was so hot our plants were wilting every day under the relentless rays of the sun, even when I watered them. The ground was parched from more than two months without rain, and the … Continue reading It’s useless to resist the inevitable
Cumulus clouds are my favorite: white piles of shaving cream in snappy blue skies. They portend thunderstorms on summer days and are crisp like bright laundry on a Minnesota clothes line. Cumulus clouds are summer on the coast of Georgia and the state of Florida. On August days in Savannah, we could set our watches … Continue reading Cumulus
A lot has happened in the garden since my last update in May. Flowers have blossomed and gone to seed, and now that we’re in August, butterflies are everywhere. Everything starts out so fresh and clean in June, and by August things are looking pretty raggedy. But August is when the butterflies are laying eggs. … Continue reading The summer garden
My husband and I saw Jimmy Buffet perform at the Virginia Beach amphitheater last weekend, and I wasn’t prepared for how much it would affect me. Here was the background coastal music of my whole life, from as far back as I can remember. Here was the future I want for myself and my husband, … Continue reading Embracing my love for Jimmy Buffet
Gentle reader, I try to avoid swearing in my posts, but there is swearing in this one. Just a heads up. I was first introduced to men as the default human (and the ideal) through language: he, him, mankind. God as Father and Son. I remember having a conversation with our son when he was … Continue reading Invisible Women
