Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

I suspect that my mom and maternal grandmother were up in Heaven laughing on New Year’s Day when I set off the fire alarms with Grandma’s cornbread dressing. I had set the pan containing the perfectly baked cornbread dressing on top of the stove before turning on the wrong burner when preparing another dish for …

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For about ten minutes, my life is idyllic. My daughter naps peacefully upstairs. My husband watches football and reads. I sit knitting while Diana Krall croons on the CD player about chestnuts roasting over an open fire. My “knit-one-purl-one” binding is actually looking like “kint-one-purl-one” binding, for a change. The house is decked out for …

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