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Vintage
At a barn sale recently, I had to smile when I spotted an entire rack of denim overalls. Apparently, along with boots and old farm tools, they're now "vintage" enough to be trendy. Overalls were the only thing I ever saw my grandfather wear. In fact, I've never even...
The Sweet Life
There is a sound a hive makes. It is a kind of music with a pitch all its own, about an octave below middle C on the piano. Hum lightly in that key, just an easy exhale, with your teeth barely grazing each other so that they vibrate with the tone, and you almost...
Wild Rabbits
Independence Day is tomorrow, which means here in Tennessee tents selling pyrotechnics are on every corner. For at least a week before and after the actual holiday, fireworks (or "sparkies," as one of my nephews used to call them) begin at sundown in neighborhoods...
Loser
Years ago, my young niece picked my sister's wedding ring from the top of her dresser and headed across the street to the sandlot to play Buried Treasure. Her optimistic, hopeful little self thought this a grand idea. As the game wore on and her attention drifted,...
Girlfriends
I got together with my college roommates recently, just an afternoon catching up and a kind of "welcome to the area" for one who had moved back to the state. It had been over 25 years since we'd all seen each other, but aside from the teeniest traces of aging (just...
Ant Wars
I'm thinking our house must sit on top of an ancient Indian ant burial ground. For the past few weeks, tiny specks of pepper have been scurrying around the cat food and finding their way into the house via impossible cracks. On closer inspection, the pepper specks...