Tagged with Atlanta
My granddad, Horace Adams, turns 89 today. I called this morning to wish him a Happy Birthday, and when he answered, he told me he was reading. That he was reading was good news. Last summer, he had cataract surgery on his good eye. A scratched cornea during his recovery caused concern that he wouldn’t [...]
The Whole Foods on Ponce de Leon Avenue in Atlanta has a sign admonishing its customers to “only eat it if you can read it!” That’s good advice, actually. Those yummy Pepperidge Farm Orange Milano cookies, for example, cookies I have no business eating, contain “interesterified and/or hydrogenated soybean oil.” Now, I’m not quite sure [...]
It was over in nine minutes. In 2001, my husband and I began construction on a home in the suburbs of Atlanta. We moved into the house in January of 2003, and while every inch of the place was professionally decorated and furnished on the day we moved in, I knew it would take a [...]
Their stuff is shit, and your shit is stuff. – George Carlin I’ve never been very good at math or science. Numbers make me crazy, and while I know all the rules of grammar and punctuation, I’m never quite sure any mathematical calculations I do are ever correct. But here’s one thing I do know [...]
“I suppose if a man has something once, always something of it remains” — Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls I opened the mail at my house in Atlanta last week to find an invitation that made my heart do a few flips. A book club in my Atlanta neighborhood is having a book [...]
Two years ago, a friend of mine checked herself into rehab following an ultimatum from her husband. She emerged happy and healthy and powerful, but, amazingly, her husband wasn’t too thrilled with her transformation. As it turns out, he didn’t believe she could or would sober up, and he’d intended to use her drinking against [...]
When I was pregnant with my oldest child, I had the notion that talking to my baby – even before she was born — would give her a leg up in her linguistic skills. So I talked to her quite a bit during my pregnancy. And I listened to talk radio. Not angry political talk [...]
Lingerie shopping always turns into somewhat of an adventure for me. There was, of course, the time a little snot working at Victoria’s Secret treated me and my sister as if we were Ho-Ho-Ho’s because we asked about the little pink Santa suit in the store window. And not long ago, I took one of [...]
Laverne and Shirley, my mutinous little dachshunds, have had another exciting adventure. I made a quick trip to Atlanta about ten days ago, and since I wanted to bring a few things back from my Atlanta house, I decided not to take my four dysfunctional dogs. Dysfunctional is the correct word for my critters. Pancho, [...]
Gloom, despair, and agony on me Deep dark depression Excessive misery If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all Gloom, despair, and agony on me. Remember this old song from Hee Haw? It’s been running through my head for two straight days. I drove to Atlanta Monday morning because I have a [...]
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