Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

Ever since my daughter turned three, the conversations have been getting longer, more complicated and ever more endearing. There is nothing as refreshing as an earnest conversation with a young child. I get lessons in math, lessons in being helpful and fuel for my waning adult imagination. Sometimes I gain perspective on my world. Sometimes …

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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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The snow blew cold across the earth A solid blanket of white Nothing living seemed to stir No visitors to tame the night I wrote those words a long time ago—long before I moved from the Southeast to the Midwest, long before I had ever experienced a blizzard. Yet somehow I managed to capture the …

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When I married into my husband’s large Italian family, lots of people made the expected jokes about family “connections”. After all, the Italians originally hailed from Aragona, Sicily, so when I would explain: “Calvagna, it rhymes with lasagna,” the other person to whom I was talking would inevitably joke, “Then I should leave the gun …

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