Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

We had just passed a road construction site on the small two-lane state highway on the way from our hotel to my Dad’s house. The new road cuts and construction revealed bright red dirt— really red dirt, even by the standards of the Piedmont Plateau in Georgia. From the back seat my daughter asked, “Mom, …

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As we backed out of the driveway on our way to preschool this morning, my daughter asked “Mama, why is your mama dead?” I swallowed, “Well, honey, she got really really sick. And her body just stopped working. The doctors and nurses couldn’t make her better. So now she’s living with the angels.” “Why can’t …

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One of the advantages of being a Mom is that you are rarely forced to spend time in the bathroom alone. Not that the bathroom is such a lonely place, mind you, but I seem to have lots of company there lately. I tried locking the door, but that resulted in endless doorknob jiggling and …

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