My back porch is what I have affectionately termed a “plant hospice.” Every Spring, I bring beautiful plants home and gently ease them to their deaths. I do it lovingly, and tenderly, but inevitably, by August, they have all gone to the great nursery in the sky. All that to say, horticulture is not my […]
Meeting Amy Grimes
The first time I met Amy Grimes, I ended up ugly-crying in front of a large group of complete strangers, and even my six-year-old daughter was trying to distance herself from me. When I finally was able to choke out words about how much her work had meant to me, her kind eyes and sparkling […]
Two Things for the Children to Remember
A few years ago, I found myself sitting in the sanctuary of my church, wearing all black, mourning for the sudden and shocking death of a beloved man in our church family. This man had not only been a dear presence in my life in Birmingham, but had sung next to my daddy in the […]