Lowcountry, Sept. 2016
Walk up … … and walk back.
Category: Family
Turn 68, you’ll renegotiate
First off, don’t get all wrapped up in the headline. I’m a long way from 68. So shut up. The hed — that’s a journalism word there — is from a John Mayer song about getting older, Stop This Train. The lyric goes like this: Had a talk with my old man Said “help me understand” He said “turn… Read More Turn 68, you’ll renegotiate
One week in
We didn’t cry. Well, we didn’t cry a lot. And here we are, a week into our empty nest, still mostly dry-eyed. We’re still all right. Thanks for asking. It’s not as if everything suddenly screeched to a dead-silent halt around here, either. Luke’s still the topic of the day. It is, after all, his first week of college.… Read More One week in
Words to the boy
I’ve spent the past few weeks — well, honestly, it’s been a lot longer than that — thinking about what to say to the boy when we drive him downtown to his dorm Thursday afternoon, unload an SUV full of clothes and electronics and turn around to come home without him. This is a big deal, this… Read More Words to the boy
Getting away
As I’ve written before, vacations are important. My parents taught us that from the get-go, with camping trips to the Skyline Drive, a memorable couple weeks to Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island in eastern Canada and a semi-exotic trip (then) to a strange and wondrous place called Atlanta. We’ve tried, likewise, to get Luke… Read More Getting away
Hoops dreams
At 9:14 a.m. last Friday, by the clock on the wall of the main court at the Alpharetta Community Center, I hoisted my first 3-pointer in a good six months. If not particularly good, it’s been a long six months, anyway. I’m not saying the shot went in. OK, I will say it. It didn’t go… Read More Hoops dreams
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