My license plate says: WRITEMCH, and when I got the vanity plate, my father thought it meant “Write me a check.” Which works, but it is a pun for the very Southern term “right much.” I have always written much, and I hope to write more in this space. Join me, and maybe you’ll discover something about yourself.
Rescued on a bright May day by way of Saving Grace Animal Rescue, Scout “rescued” her owners from grieving over their beloved Little Ronald Reagan, who had recently died of kidney cancer. By her third night in her new home, she was sleeping on the bed between her humans, the only dog in their 43-year marriage to wiggle her way under the covers. Within weeks, she had curled herself up on every bed, chair and sofa in the house, her favorite spot being on somebody’s lap already sitting there.
i called my mother yesterday. it was her wedding anniversary, the third one since my father died, and i'd forgotten to send her a card or a flower. we get busy in our lives, i know, and as i thought about the note or the flower, i realized that the one thing she wanted i couldn't give her. my voice would have to do.
