There’s a lot to see in this image. It’s been a minute since I’ve studied the nuances represented in the steel of my mother’s countenance. A bit… Read more “A picture is worth 1,000 words [or in this case, 567]”
Tag: love
A tale of Thanksgiving redemption
As I observed this spirited and thoughtful young woman on Thanksgiving, I made a wish for a shift in thinking. For a softening of my heart to allow for creative solutions to sharp issues.
That is a lesson worth slicing up to share.
On pearls
Over time, an iridescent orb forms in the aftermath of the nurturing, transformed into a single bead on a special occasion string.
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”
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”
E. Lane Gresham • Storyteller 