Hopeful in spite of the facts
Hopeful in spite of the facts
“Twenty Twenty One hasn’t been so bad,” she said. “It just feels like… Groundhog Day, maybe. Every day is the same. Lots of uncertainty. We are both home pretty much all the time. Going out feels unsafe, but you see…
On the 30th and last day, I’m grateful for you. Yes, you, who is reading this post. A long time ago, I knew a poet. Like, a real poet. She is published these days, and went to school and got…
On the 29th day, I’m grateful for quiet mornings. The house I grew up in was 1050 square feet – three bedrooms and one bathroom. One tiny bathroom. Mom, Dad, and three sons – I am the oldest. And there…
I’m grateful for second acts. I’ve debated which story to tell to illustrate this concept, but here is one example: I have friends who were pressured as kids to be certain things – their future already set out for them,…
On the 27th day, I’m grateful for Heather, and the things she taught me. A long time ago, I was a 19-year-old Marine, and I was in love with a fellow Marine named Heather. We were an unlikely pair. She…
On the 26th day, I’m grateful for other cultures, and how they have influenced and shaped me. In the 1830’s, Jonathan Hollowell and his wife Clara and their children Edwin and Calvin moved to Marshall County, Mississippi from around Goldsboro,…
On the 25th day, I am grateful for chosen family. Renee and I have some friends in Raleigh named Karen and Toney who are retired jewelers, and they have had a life full of adventures. As a result, they have…
On the 24th day, I’m grateful for childhood memories of Thanksgiving. Until the age of 12 or so, we spent every Thanksgiving at my uncle’s house in Memphis. He was my Dad’s half-brother, from my grandmother’s first marriage, and he…
On the 23rd day, I’m grateful for our yard. By the time I was born, we still had 33 acres of land from the original 120, the difference having been sold off in crisis sized increments over the decades before…
On the 22nd day, I’m grateful for my friends who are atheists. Growing up, I never knew any atheists. Literally everyone in my world was a low-church protestant. Well, the rich people we knew went to the Episcopalian church 10…