Whistler, Sugar

I said a few words at my granddaddy’s funeral on Wednesday.  I’ll go ahead and say that I’ve never felt less worthy to stand on a platform and speak.  I wear a belt buckle that says “Death Before Dishonor,” but my granddaddy lived that more than I ever have.
I’ll never see someone wash their hands [...]

Coming To Grips

I am hardly original by being conflicted over my grandmother (henceforth called by her informal name “Mee Maw”) entering a nursing home. People deal with such things every single day.
Being that I’m in Marietta-Kennesaw for the first time this year, I went to go see Mee Maw at her new residence. She’s still [...]