Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

My very tired four-year-old daughter fell asleep almost instantly after lights out tonight. We had an evening of play, rough housing, tag, hide-and-seek, board games, stomp foam rocket launchers in the basement, tea parties, trains, and as the evening wore on my daughter wore out. The end turned out rough for both of us, and …

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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 other night I was playing with my four-year-old daughter in her bedroom. She was the “Little Mommy,” and I was the “big sister”. She sat at her desk with her colored pencils and Kai Lan notebook “working”. “First,” she said as she donned her special, purple hat, “you have to put on a hat.” …

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I was in school for a long time. I still remember my joy the day I sat my last exam and filed my last project report. I embraced the school-free future enthusiastically. I remember walking down South Clark Street in Edinburgh restraining myself from dancing in the street. I remember the weather, and the clothes …

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Sometimes if you take time to eavesdrop at a breakfast table of middle aged (or older folks) at a restaurant or listen to the conversation in a beauty parlor, you’ll hear comments like “Kids today, I don’t know what the world is coming to” or “This generation! Tsk, Tsk”. I’m as guilty as the rest …

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