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: mini memoir
Marking a life with meaning
What happens when you plan an expedition and the morning dawns with an unexpected but overdue rainfall? You go anyway, hoping for a break in the damp.… Read more “Marking a life with meaning”
A photographer’s tale
Above the crowd, the holy spirit revived hundreds of pungent, imperfect souls. Distracted by the assignment to collect more images, I wasn’t counting on communion. From the… Read more “A photographer’s tale”
On pearls
Over time, an iridescent orb forms in the aftermath of the nurturing, transformed into a single bead on a special occasion string.
A life well loved
John Andrews adorned us all with his celebratory high-church joy, in starched plaid shirts and saddle-oxford shoes.
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”
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?”
E. Lane Gresham • Storyteller 