I'm not a farmer anymore. Just like that, my home, my farm, my old Ford tractor is gone.
Daddy's estate sale was Saturday. An enormous crowd showed up, and, almost locust-like, decended on old China patterns, 100-year old quilts, rusty tillers, the farm truck, and the land. ...
Parting Ways, Part 2
I always worried about the steps I would need to take to settle things when the day came at to either of my parents passed away. I thought of the cows, how to care for them, and the dogs... Who would feed the cats? Mow the yard? I assumed I would pump the brakes on my own career for a while, ...
Parting Ways, Part 1
I still haven't cried. I still haven't cried over Daddy dying and I feel like a complete ass. Illogical as it seems, I have to wonder if I loved him at all, if I miss him at all, if his being gone really matters. That's silly, of course. I loved him with my whole heart, and almost every day I think ...
March Goals, a Week Late, and a Big Middle Finger to February
March is supposed to come in like a lion. Roaring, angry, aggressive. It has. As I sit here typing away, a storm is raging outside, I'm fighting the urge to eat the box of Girl Scout Cookies in my kitchen, and I'm trying my best to keep my eyes open, and my attitude positive.
February kicked ...
New Year, New Bag o’ Chips
It's partly neuroticism, partly almost-under-control OCD that causes me to be a list-keeper. I'm sure, you've noticed it here, sweet readers (welcome, and Happy 2016, by the way!), with monthly goals spelled out, with to-do lists a mile long that fall out of my notebooks and purses. I ...
On Logan
Friday, we had to put Logan to sleep.
I'm sorry that that seems so blunt, but I'm not really sure how else to begin.
We noticed, about a month ago, that almost overnight he seemed to have become an old man. Bryan mentioned having to tighten his collar during a walk. His once very muscular neck was ...
Papaw’s Cars
I recently stumbled onto a collection of photographs of my Papaw's. My parents hadn't yet cleaned out the two rooms he clamed while living with them, and 5 years after his passing seemed like enough time to let those two rooms sit unused, so the cleaning out process began. In his den, tucked into ...
The Lucky Hat
In 2004, I attended my first Kentucky Derby. I was 20 years old at the time, and my grandma, being the clothing-obsessed gal that she was, decided that I just couldn't walk into Churchill Downs on that super special day without a proper topper. We drove to Louisville one weekend and hit up all of ...
The Houseiversary
It was a year ago today that this home became ours. 365 days since we downsized, became suburban, and began making a small, somewhat vanilla townhome our own.
Usually, on the first Houseiversary, as I've dubbed it, my clients receive a sweet note in the mail, containing sentiments about one's ...
