Death Becomes Her
When real life imitates art.
When the Rubber Meets the Road
Learning by doing, on the side of the highway.
Stepping Up to the Plate
Where I ask the ghost of Nora Ephron to stand on my shoulder and poke me in the eye or otherwise get me to pay attention.
Maternal Cow Moxie
Dusk was warm even by Southern Mississippi standards. The bugs were out with reckless abandon, and our after-work beers were drank at the back of the house, in the shade of the large water oaks….
Photo by David Grunfeld, Times-PicayuneSnow in the Land of Crawfish
I owe the fine people of Mississippi an apology. Our first winter of 2015-2016 here was a piece of cake. We started a fire in the woodstove once or twice. Folks said it was a mild winter. I said yeah, okay, right, and rolled my eyes. Our second winter was similar.