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: mothers
On pearls
Over time, an iridescent orb forms in the aftermath of the nurturing, transformed into a single bead on a special occasion string.
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”
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”
E. Lane Gresham • Storyteller 