If I had a favorite saint, St Jude, the patron of lost causes, would probably be it. I’ve always preferred my underdogs bedraggled. I especially enjoy that hackneyed old chestnut come-up-from-behind story, when the weakling who’s had sand kicked in his face all his f-ing life surprises everybody and delivers upon the neighborhood bully a surprising suckerContinue reading “Weather Report”
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Weather Report: March 2, 2009
Southerner that I am, I don’t have the proper words for snow. Sugar snow, corn snow, powder: here in Atlanta we don’t know nothin’ about those: we just have little snow, otherwise known as dirty snow. People who actually have more than a passing acquaintance with the cold white stuff would scoff; wouldn’t even call whatContinue reading “Weather Report: March 2, 2009”
In Our Times
This morning, during breakfast, during that brief eye of the hurricane between squabbles over who gets to hold which cereal box, the spillage of orange juice and shouts from the male half of the parenting duo of “come on! come on!”, Elder Girleen posed the following question to her younger sister: Hey, P, what doContinue reading “In Our Times”
