Thursday, January 28, 2016

when noticing isn't enough

It was still early when I shuffled to the window in my striped wool socks.

Peering through the blinds I found the snow laid like a blanket over the hills, carefully lining every branch of every tree.  I smiled at the shocking beauty as I anticipated my children's giddy response.  Ironic isn't it?   Something so cold and severe conjuring feelings of softness and comfort.  I don't like traipsing through the snow, but I sure do love gazing at it on the other side of the glass.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Sunday, January 17, 2016

finding home

Remember that song by the Dixie Chicks?

Wide Open Spaces.

Fifteen years ago they called.  I answered.
The wide open spaces of the Arizona desert welcomed me not by hugging me warm and tight but by quietly ushering me into her vastness.  I arrived seeking a graduate degree but left having found so much more.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Sunday, January 3, 2016

the Clemson i love

They called him 'Great'.
He grew up in a little South Carolina town called Great Falls.
If he were alive today my children would know him as Great Grandaddy.
{me and Grandaddy}
I called him Grandaddy.
He called me Lissie.
Before I ever reached double-digits he taught me how to dance and throw a football and drive a car {shhh...don't tell my mom}.