In one, I’m late: late and lost. Everyone is expecting me, but I can’t find my way out of a maze of locked doors and dead-end hallways. In another, it is exam day. The problem? The class never made it to my schedule, so I didn’t even know that I was registered for it. Now [...]
“Have you chosen a major” I asked my niece. Rachel, her mother, my daughter Trellace, and I were sitting in Starbucks™ having a late night snack. Rachel had graduated from high school a few hours earlier. “Theater, I think, with a minor in photography.” I recalled the last five years or more when she and [...]
Have no idea why the formatting refuses to work here. Hopefully you get the general idea! (Blogs don’t like poetry.) It’s the Saturday before the Saturday before– Everything’s almost done. Easter dresses, matching: hemmed and hanging. Eggs, two dozen, waiting to dye. Basket treats purchased and hidden away. It’s the Saturday before– our guests are [...]
“And on March 9th, we’ll have a lab experience,” my professor said, “to practice baptism by immersion.” Practice baptism? Shoot, I’ve been doing that all my life. No, I’m not an ordained pastor. In fact, I’ve only been in a baptismal pool once, for my own baptism 38 years ago. But, I’m a Baptist preacher’s [...]
“This isn’t going to end up in your blog, is it Mrs. Lawrimore?” My daughter Trellace and her friend Kaitlin, having participated in the annual five-mile Crop Walk, returned to the church prior to the evening’s activities. Hungry and with time to, well, burn, they found a bag of microwave popcorn, set the timer to [...]
“I got the invitation to my friend’s birthday party, Mommy.” “Oh?” My 11-year-old daughter, Margaret hesitated, seeming to withhold information. “What’s up?” I asked. “Well,” she said, dragging the word into two syllables, “it’s a sleepover.” “Okay.” “And . . . ” “And what, Margaret?” “Well, it’s on a Saturday night, but I really want [...]
Over and over again last week at divinity school, I was asked how my summer had been. I was seeing folk I’d not seen since last semester and the question was more of a greeting than an inquiry. I knew that, but I stumbled every time to say something that could sum up the last [...]
In 2003, Margaret, my youngest, started kindergarten. Now, six years later, it’s time for her to move on to the next stage: middle school. Feeling more than a little nostalgic, I thought I’d run this never-published memoir-moment that recalls my sentiments right after Margaret left for her very first day of school. The last few [...]
“Baker!” Three-year-old Margaret clutched her chest, staring at her five-year-old brother who himself was in the grips of laughter. They’d been playing hide-and-seek: Baker stone-still in a hidey hole just big enough to hold him, his little sister frantically seeking him out. Margaret, unbeknownst to me, had become increasingly convinced that Baker was lost forever. [...]
It wasn’t something a boy got to do every day you know: taking the Trailways™ bus from his home to his grandparents place 20 miles away–especially by himself seeing as he had half a dozen siblings who would have loved to have joined him. But that’s just what my daddy did one Georgia day some [...]