Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

We were walking in the backyard at Christmas, stepping gingerly from grassy spot to grassy spot. The iron-red dirt had become mud in the rainy season, but that day it was 60 degrees Fahrenheit and the sun was shining. “Do you have any pop?” I asked.

Mom and Dad stopped and stared at me in disbelief. “Do we have any what? Did you just say ‘pop’?”

“Now, don’t you go forgetting where you come from, young lady.” Mom wagged her finger.

I was born and raised near Atlanta, GA, the home of Coca-Cola, where “pop” does not exist. Everything is Coke. A typical exchange in a restaurant might sound like this: “What kind of Coke would you like?” “A Sprite.”

I was weaned on Coke. My college education was paid for, indirectly, by Coca-Cola money, and my graduate education most certainly benefited from Coke philanthropy.

Me asking for “pop” signaled my parents that, since moving to the Midwest, I might be forgetting my origins and the events, places and people who shaped me. The only thing more unspeakable in their eyes would have been asking for a Pepsi.

That evening we ate at Cracker Barrel, and Dad bought me a GRITS sweat shirt. GRITS—Girls Raised in the South. I whispered, “Don’t worry Daddy, I know where I come from.”

The British author Rumer Godden once said “every piece of writing starts from what I call a grit–a sight or sound, a sentence or a happening that does not pass away but quite inexplicably lodges in the mind.” The same is true for me. My writing, and this blog, is about the grit of life, all of those small happenings, sights and sounds from which we have so much to learn if we will just pay attention.

Grits can be an unremarkable accompaniment to a meal, or they can be turned into something truly elegant depending on how they are used. Have you ever eaten shrimp and grits at a five-star restaurant? It can be an amazing experience—simple grits an intricate part of an elegant meal.

The grits that shape my writing are the unremarkable and easily overlooked things in life: a baby blowing a raspberry, soap bubbles tumbling out of a washing machine, or a quiet walk with my parents. What seems unremarkable is often truly elegant.

I grew up exploring the woods along a dirt road in rural Georgia, picking blackberries and collecting rocks. I learned to fly an airplane before I learned to drive a car. My first job was as a disc jockey for a little AM radio station, W-R-E-D. I attended an women’s college and then earned my PhD at a prominent university where my studies on worm sperm made a small contribution to understanding Alzheimer disease. After that, I delighted in mentoring undergraduates at a liberal arts college in Iowa. Now I am a science writer and editor for a biotech company in Madison. And, I’m a daughter, a wife and a mother.

The ordinary everyday things that are part and parcel of these experiences—these are the grits that have shaped me and made me who I am. These are the grits that I can learn from, write about and share with you.

So yes, I am a girl raised in the South. A Southern woman—a southern Wisconsin woman. I haven’t forgotten my origins, but now I don my Green Bay Packers sweatshirt on Sunday mornings and eat my grits with lots of cheese.

© 2008, 2009 Michele Arduengo All rights reserved.

6 thoughts on “Grits with Cheese and Pop

  1. prags21 says:

    Loving the grits and always waiting for more!

    1. Michele Arduengo says:


      Glad you are enjoying them. I love being able to share my thoughts and writing with others so easily. It’s a lot of fun.


  2. Alice says:

    From one southern-raised girl (though a much older one) to another: I love your cheese grits and am so glad to make your acquaintance. Although I’ve been out of the south since adulthood for more years than I lived and grew up there, I’m still a southern girl by heart. AND I still love grits! With or without cheese.

    1. Michele Arduengo says:

      Hi Alice,

      It’s always nice to meet another southern-raised girl. I’m glad you enjoy the grits; I am certainly enjoying writing them.

  3. Gabrielle says:

    You know what they say…you can take the girl out of the South, but you can’t take the South out of the girl (or something like that!). I have only recently discovered your writings, but I think you have done a marvelous thing with that Wesleyen education. I must say I am impressed, but not surprised. Keep up the good work.

    1. Michele Arduengo says:

      Glad you like the Grits. I enjoy writing them. This is my sideline. In real life I am a science writer and editor for a biotech company in Madison.

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