my southern stories
A collection of short stories inspired by life in the south.
There are other times I think about what it would be like to call him on the phone to catch up. Like always, the conversation would begin the same…“Hey, Little Brother”, and he’d always reply “Hey, Big Sista”, and then I suspect I’d launch into a commentary that might go something like this…
We celebrated Father’s Day at our house a little early last Sunday. Since then, I’ve found myself thinking about my relationship with my Father in Heaven and comparing it to the relationship with the one that he sent to me nearly 30 years ago to fill the incredible void of never knowing my biological father.
Some of you ladies will remember L’eggs pantyhose. They came in an egg of all things. Well, Nanny wore L’eggs pantyhose and Nanny saved those eggs throughout the year just for Easter. They were larger than your standard plastic Easter Egg, so we called them the golden egg.
Since receiving the news last year that the Casual Market would be moving from Chicago to Atlanta in 2023, it has felt like the long goodbye to a city I love.
Do you ever give thought to what motivates you to rise each day? What is it that makes you get out of bed and put one foot in front of the other and move through this crazy world we find ourselves in?
Have you ever found yourself waiting on the perfect cloudy day? If you’re like me, probably not. My perfect forecast is sunshine and pretty blue skies.
Mr. Michael passed away quietly in his sleep a few days ago. I know without a shadow of a doubt when he saw the face of our Lord and Savior, he was greeted with the words we all long to hear from Mathew 25:23, “Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!”