For all its beauty, last spring had a pall of grief tucked in here and there between the blooming flowers and dappled light. We didn’t know what was here or what was coming — and it was scary.
Late one night last week, my husband walked over to me, handed me a folded piece of paper and said, “I think your boyfriend left this for you in the mailbox.”
When our daughters were tiny and could barely talk, we started going around the table after dinner and each telling our individual highlights of the day. Most nights, just our family of four shared. Other nights, a whole gang of friends were sitti…
I always walk by this particular house, but until one afternoon a couple of weeks ago, I had never seen anyone there. On that afternoon, as I was walking by, a small voice shouted, “You wanna see my millipede?”
My friend Amee Miles Merkle is a hospital clinical pharmacist in northern Mississippi. When she heard COVID vaccinations were being rolled out for senior citizens and then that “the whole system is online,” she saw a need.
My dear aunt and uncle, Doris and Mack Greer, have lived as isolated throughout the pandemic as I have. So when I went home to visit my parents last fall in Forest, Mississippi, I didn’t hesitate to visit my aunt and uncle.
As 2020 progressed, so many people talked about how they were looking forward to the year being done, as if a new day, a new month, a new year would change things.
Last week, I took an informal, unscientific survey of friends asking two questions. The first: “After almost a year of living differently, what do you look most forward to when we are able to live more freely again?”
When the pandemic started in the spring of 2020, I began to take daily walks. Back then, I sometimes took three or four walks a day because I didn’t know what to do with all the energy I had previously used in other ways. My walks have helped save…
The year we’ve finished has had more than its share of pain and loss. For some, specific pains 2020 brought will require deep healing. This column does not seek to diminish their grief in any way.
At any time, but especially in these times, silliness is not to be underrated — neither is the willingness to put yourself out there, to laugh at yourself and to know you may be inspiring others to join in the fun.
One of my favorite verses is Hebrews 13:2. “Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” The verse always makes me consider the Christmas story and the innkeeper who found a stable for Mary and Josep…
For decades, when my parents, Nelda and Gary Risher, have hosted out-of-towners, my dad has forced most of the guests to join him for a tour of the town where they live and where my whole family grew up — Forest, Mississippi. (population 5,608).
Even now, when both of our children are legal adults, the mystery of what happens to our teaspoons and butter knives endures.
Two tidbits are necessary to appreciate the email that just sent me over the moon: I’m a grown woman, and I’ve never seen a professional soccer game.
Yard signs have struck a chord in our neighborhood in this tumultuous election season. Though moments have been touch-and-go, thus far, in my neighborhood, we have managed to keep the peace.
In this era of one day lulling into another, I decided being intentional about doing at least one out-of-the-ordinary thing each week was a good idea. I needed to look forward to a break in the rhythm of life. I needed things beyond sitting at my …
Years ago, my mother had a navy-blue Crown Victoria — that car was like a large tank. I believe my parents must have installed an early model navigation system in the car because I’m pretty sure the car was too old to have one built in. That navig…
My husband and I have been on the road nearly a week. It’s the most highly edited trip we’ve ever taken. Routes and plans keep changing.
The quarantine/pandemic has offered more time to play games than my family has had for years. We’ve played loads of Scrabble and a multitude of other games too, but sometimes I like playing a game on my own, when I think back and try to identify a…
Piper, our younger daughter, started planning what her dorm room would look like before she started the process of deciding where she would go to college.
In the moment, I met Piper, our baby girl, a string quartet was playing "Moon River." Nearly 18 years have passed since that Sunday night in a hotel lobby in Nanchang, China.
As we celebrate the anniversary of our nation’s independence, I’ve spent time dissecting a big realization I’ve had over the last week — which turned out to be easier than the time in 10th grade my lab partner and I used a tiny blade to find a fro…
After months of touchless, faceless exchanges while staying home, the past week has been fascinating, beautiful, full of lessons and also exhausting in its own way. It has been a week of origami, community, collecting and hanging cranes.
My children taught me how to fold origami cranes. They learned years ago from a Japanese babysitter named Jiro Hatano, who happened to be one of the smartest, kindest and most gentle people I’ve ever known.
I’ve gone for a 30-minute walk every day since the quarantine began. By now, a brisk walk is a habit. My walk last Saturday morning started out with a close encounter with a juvenile owl.
In the years to come, when we look back at the launch of the 2020 quarantine, I have a feeling that I’ll appreciate the way the pace of life changed considerably. I believe the thing I’ll remember most is the way, suddenly, our family spent countl…