Thirteen Thirteen years ago today, at Winston Place, in Valley Head, Alabama, we got married. It was scorching hot. Pink and white flower petals covered the ground. And there was periwinkle at every turn. Only after we were exchanging our vows did it occur to us that there was no mic system and therefore no […]
I Don’t Remember How To Relax
There are snow flurries whipping around, outside my window and a blazing fire in the fireplace. (Okay, so really they are gas logs. Because I am not married to a mountain man, who just so happens to love chopping wood. Or even buying chopped wood. But somehow, “I flipped the switch and the gas logs […]
