Sunday coffee

You know what I love about Sundays?  I don’t exercise first thing, or make breakfast, or pack lunches.  The first thing I do after peeing and brushing my teeth is to go down to the basement and get my 5-cup coffee pot, stick a filter in, and bring it up to the kitchen.  Because on … Continue reading Sunday coffee

I remember

I remember how pretty the marsh looks in summer, when a storm is coming, and the grass looks neon green against a blackening sky. I remember the Fourth of July in Savannah that year with Brian.  We rode in his Jeep with the top down, drove down to River Street to watch the fireworks.  But … Continue reading I remember

Sledding at Night (Or: Life in a College Town. With Kids. Part 2)

We sat at the dining room table last night, eating an appropriately collegiate dinner of burritos, and watched a winter scene unfold through our townhouse windows.  Out our back window, I watched quarter-sized snowflakes fall straight down in the black night, sticking to snow stacks in the trees, lending their wet weight to already laden … Continue reading Sledding at Night (Or: Life in a College Town. With Kids. Part 2)