John Andrews adorned us all with his celebratory high-church joy, in starched plaid shirts and saddle-oxford shoes.
Category: Small town stories
Misty memories
An early morning errand on a workday Wednesday delivered me to a whimsical destination. It had been a while since I’d made the right turn to Misty… Read more “Misty memories”
Sunset legacy
It’s a thing at Sewanee. Chasing sunsets. On the domain capped by the University of the South, there are overlooks with fancy names. Morgan’s Steep. Green’s View.… Read more “Sunset legacy”
A Sewanee story
In my last-minute quest for shelter on a no-occupancy mother-daughter weekend, I ended up in a stone chapel turned tiny house perched on the edge of a… Read more “A Sewanee story”
Am I good enough?
Am I good enough? This is the question I’m pondering as I prepare for a second writing workshop. This year marks the first time in a really… Read more “Am I good enough?”
What is church?
Two English teachers and a drummer walked into a square-shaped white church. Really. One of the teachers was even wearing a cardigan. There’s no punchline here. Only… Read more “What is church?”
Flood waters
This place marks the spot where in the year 2000 friendships were planted. Playgroups met here before MOPS was a thing. We were just a frazzled group… Read more “Flood waters”
A small town story
Small Business Saturday was meant to be about commerce but was really about connection. Serendipitous meetings marked the day. On this particular busy Saturday, I was giving and… Read more “A small town story”
Unexpected pathways
I saw her walking with purpose as I entered the grocery store on a post-work errand for provisions. “You smell just like my mother!”Jammed up right behind… Read more “Unexpected pathways”
Every moment matters
It’s quiet in my house this morning.It has been our tradition to entertain a mixed crowd of family and friends on Thanksgiving. We would prepare for weeks… Read more “Every moment matters”
E. Lane Gresham • Storyteller 