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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I got my new bifocals today, Such is the fate of the myopic forty-one-year-old I stopped myself halfway through dialing your phone number To tell you about them, the brace for my knee and the orthotics for my shoes. We could have lamented the declining body together. As I held the phone in midair, I …

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