As a child, she noticed the roughness of her mother’s hands. They were not rough with callouses or dry skin. They were in fact soft to the touch, with the thin blue veins and delicate tendons visible through her skin, which was fairer than her daughter’s. She noted the roughness in their motions, and mistook…
Category: Family
Summer Snapshots
As August is nearly halfway over and summertime comes to an end, I wanted to share some fun photographs of things we saw, tasted, heard, and enjoyed this season. Overall the weather this year was what I consider perfect (even for someone who loves rain, last summer’s daily showers and downpours made the season almost…
The Occasional DIY: Baby Shower Gift
I love reading blogs, but I have to admit that DIY blogs are not among my favorites. I think it is amazing what people create and even more amazing that they share their methods online for others to try. I personally find some projects far too time consuming and frankly expensive, making it risky for…
Charlotte’s Tour de Food
This past weekend, we had my husband’s cousins visiting and were lucky to stumble across a food tour that is hosted every few weeks in Charlotte. Perusing the website, it seemed to offer something for every kind of taste, and there are several different options for various neighborhoods in the city. I was initially leaning…
Our First 5K: Color Me Rad!
I have never been much of a runner. I prefer elliptical workouts at the gym, but I have opted for running outdoors whenever I lack a treadmill. Several years ago, I injured my ankle while running (a twist injury in a break in the sidewalk) and after the melon-sized swelling went down, my ankle was…
Art and Therapy In Unexpected Places
Tonight I draw your hair, A hair of simplicity, With a mysterious beauty, That no one can ever resist, A hair that blooms with the sun, That always shines every sunrise, And turns into deep black at sunset, A hair of smooth silk, That touches my face like a baby, And comforts my soul into…
Shedding a Last Name
Daily Post Challenge My last name was something I’ve been keenly aware of since I first had to learn to spell it at the start of first grade. 12 letters is a lot for a kid to remember, and I recall my name as eliciting many reactions, the most common of which was befuddlement. No…
Permanence and Place
“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.” [James Baldwin] I recently read a post about one writer’s experience with moving to university and living there. The post came at a good time, a time when I had been in the throes of packing and moving (again). Every year since starting college…
pen . paper . storm 