I first heard of Gabby Rivera when she was a guest on Brene Brown’s “Unlocking Us” podcast where they talked about “how and why it’s so important for us to see ourselves as the hero in the hero’s journey,” Marvel superheroes, food and joy. I enjoyed the conversation so much that I added Gabby’s novel to my … Continue reading Book Review: Juliet Takes a Breath
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day....Today, Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge. https://youtu.be/HaRacIzZSPo
One of my weekly journal prompts was to look at what triggers me when I react with anger. Of course I skipped that prompt. A couple of days later I found myself in a confrontational situation after a neighborhood meeting. The exchange upset me so much that I was unable to sleep that night. I … Continue reading Brené, I hear you!
Last Train to Key West by Chanel Cleeton I picked this up because of how much I enjoyed her beach read “Next Year in Havana.” This was a completely enjoyable yet predictable book about three women in Key West during the devastating 1935 hurricane. I give her bonus points for capturing my attention enough that … Continue reading Beach Reading: Last Train to Key West and The Alice Network
Treading water while looking at my overturned paddle board was not fun. Seeing everything on my board immersed in the water was a surprise and my next thoughts were of my keys and phone. Then I was wondering how on earth I was going to flip my heavy board from the water. It was a … Continue reading Paddle Boarding: Board Set Up
The barn on the farm was built before the house. The house was built in 1863. Originally it was a tobacco barn, but a previous owner turned it into to a horse barn with six large stalls and ample spaces for hay and grain storage. Last Saturday I went down to the barn to groom … Continue reading Mr. Ed?
“The ox is slow but the earth is patient.” Dad, via Confucius Sometimes I stop and realize how much I have evolved over time. How quickly I forget life before the change or the times I fall back into old patterns only to, as my yoga teacher constantly said, “begin again.” Fifteen years ago I … Continue reading Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Jolene in the mule Twelve years ago my father put his farm Red Bud in a federal program to seed the acreage in native grasses. Though the program was ended in 2017, the farm has remained in native grasses. Only paths for the four-wheeled mule are cut on the land so that the family can … Continue reading Red Bud: First Wildflowers of Spring
An old man in overalls and a beat up ball cap was standing on the edge of a Saturday farmer’s market at a Nashville church. He had several plastic grocery store bags next to him. He would talk to people as they left. In the way of city people, some would walk by and never … Continue reading Iris