Always Real, Antique Crazy, Mildly Amusing, Reruns and Leftovers

Laundry Interrupted Again

(beeeeep!) Sean and I are busy playing in the sandbox and can’t get to the computer. Please leave a message at the end of this recycled post and we’ll get back to you as soon as we can. (beeeeep!) In my washing machine right now, there is a load of musty-smelling bath towels that need to be washed. Again. For the third time in a row. You would think that a modern woman like me with the modern conveniences of a washer and a dryer in her home could manage to get a load of laundry…

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Always Real, Parenting Gone Awry

If God Didn’t Want Me To Be A Whiney Bed Slug, He Would Have Given Me Seven More Children

The other night, Antique Daddy took Sean off to read books and put him to bed while I went off to prostrate myself face down on my bed like a priest in ordination. Sometimes after the end of a day with a three-year-old, I feel like I’ve been riding the Kamakazi on the midway at the fair and all I want to do is lie motionless and alone upon my bed. As I lay on my bed encouraging and willing the scant remaining energy in my body towards my thumb that was working the remote, I…

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Always Real, Reruns and Leftovers, Sometimes Tart

Cherries – Or Life Is But A Dream

Cherries are in season.  Cherries as gorgeous and red and decadent and as seductive as any apple in Eden there ever was. I saw them at the store and brought them home. I rinsed them under the cool water of the tap and then without even bothering to turn on the lights, I sat down alone in my kitchen and ate them one by one.  It was May of 1991. I was 31-years-old. My first husband and I, along with another couple, were in Europe. When you decide to take a two-week car trip with another…

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Always Real, Faith, Sometimes Sweet

Yellow Lab Advice

As I was driving Sean to school yesterday morning, I spotted a man jogging with his dog. I didn’t take notice of the man, but the dog caught my eye. It was a Yellow Lab. I took a second look in my rear view mirror as I drove slowly past. In his mouth, the dog had a dirty tennis ball. He had his tail high in the air. He seemed to be smiling. He would occasionally look up at his master, step a little higher and wag his tail. This dog, he was radiating joy. Contentment.…

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Always Real

The Little Girl In The Sandbox

Last week was Spring break in our area and the weather was as nice as it ever gets around here. Sean and I took the opportunity to visit a nearby park that has a sizeable sandbox, some major playground equipment, a trail that winds through a wooded area and even a shallow rocky riverbed that is perfect for skipping stones.  In short – little boy heaven. Apparently everyone in the entire school district had the same idea as the park was swarming with kids.  Sean and I set up camp in the sandbox where we were…

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Always Real, Sometimes Tart

The Real Reason Behind On-Line Shopping

Every time I venture out into the world of retail, I always come away astonished that it is a service-based economy that keeps this great nation of ours spinning and churning. The majority of the sales clerks I encounter make it clear they could not be more bored or put upon with having to help me. I am an unwelcome interruption to their busy schedule of yawning and looking at their cuticles. It has come to the point that I’m surprised by decent service because it’s an exception rather than the rule. And when I do…

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Always Real, Sometimes Tart

Family Of Four Narrowly Misses Smack Down At Home Depot. No One Injured.

Early Friday evening, Sean and I went to the Poor Man’s Amusement Park – PetSmart and then Home Depot. At PetSmart, we make several laps around the store looking at the various animals, riding the moving ladder by the fish tanks, weighing ourselves on the dog scale, trying out the saddles in the tack shop and seeing which dog houses Sean will fit into. When we get kicked out of there, we walk next door to Home Depot to try out all the riding lawn mowers, relax on the patio furniture and then play “snowcone stand”…

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Always Real, Sometimes Sweet

Living Gesturally

When I was studying art in college, one of the exercises the professor had us do at the beginning of every class was a series of gestural drawings. A model would come into the studio, disrobe, strike a pose and then we would have 10-15 seconds to capture the line, the attitude and the form before he or she struck another pose. The value of this exercise was that it taught me to see – to see what was important, what was essential. I learned to quickly capture the essence of a composition with just a…

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Always Real, Memaw

Allergies and Love

I was sitting next to Cleo, my mother-in-law, in church on Sunday. With her head bowed, she dabbed her nose with a tissue and sniffled. I whispered to her, “Are you okay?” “Oh, I’m just all choked up,” she said as she fanned her face with her hand. I imagined that she was overcome with emotion to be surrounded by her family, to have her grandson sitting on her lap feeding her goldfish. So I nodded at her and patted her arm in a knowing and loving gesture. I understood. Then she leaned over and said,…

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Always Real, Sometimes Tart

Do It Anyway

The Paradoxical Commandments written by Dr. Kent M. Keith in 1968 state: “Give the world your best and you’ll get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.” If ever there were a list of how to live counter to the culture, counter to human instinct, this is it. There is a group of mothers that I come into contact with on a regular basis. I smile at these women and try to make eye contact but mostly what I get in return are eyes that look down and then away. I…

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