It so surreal to think that this will be the 5th time we will light a candle without you. Imagining what life would be like if you were still here is an odd experiment. What would you be scheduling for us? How would your presence take up our day to day routine? How many classrooms [...]
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Hello November and a return to Beaufort
Her place and her people bring on the Turkey.
Marsha Face…
I don't ever wonder "What would Mom do?" because I know. So much so, that my village has a saying, or a hashtag (#), for when a situation requires a different posture. Life gives us plenty of scenarios daily, that would justify a less than dignified reaction. A reaction that would not involve the use [...]
From Dobby’s Place to Sibley Sunsets
Sitting on the porch, Saturday morning, NOT waiting on a Publix delivery for the first time since our arrival here in the Hood. Boston Butts, charcuterie fillers and pounds of hotdogs, all to keep my people happy and fed during another dock day on Broomfield Creek. It's such a constant theme that Kate was just [...]
PWood Update
3 months in as the new owners of 7 Bobwhite Court and our todo list is growing. I feel as though we are making our mark on the Hood. I keep having a bit of Deja Vu to my first arrival here 30 years ago at 8 years old (Kates Current Age). A position with [...]
Marsha’s Project
What I once thought was hindrance to my mother daughter relationship with Marsha, is now what gives me and mine the most of her. The school and the people in it, throughout her 30 years as an educator, took so much of her. Let me correct myself, SHE GAVE so much of herself. From lesson [...]
March 31st
Marsha wasn't one for over celebrating. It was an effort to lessen the disappointment when gifts or parties were not comparable to those of my friends. We were in no way underprivileged but Christmas was one major gift and stocking stuffers. Birthdays guaranteed a new pair of shoes and your choice of dinner that night. [...]
Left Turns and its Return to the Hood
If its one lesson Marsha conveyed was to own property. A common theme that came with stories of my parents time together, was the importance of bettering their location with each property purchase. To move meant better water. As if it were a part of their wedding vows, the end game had already been decided. [...]
My Roots and Missing Marsha
Almost a year since my last entry... Oh Momma, 2020 has been a year. As defeated as some may feel entering a new year after wading through such grief and turmoil across many neighborhoods. Many are looking forward to the ability to leave their homes without fear of illness or mistreatment, while others fear the [...]
Heavens Run Down
A little noon time Patron Cardinal, butterfly, Fleetwood Mac, butterfly.... Sunscreen, sprinklers, sisters loving on each other...reminders of his promises of purpose. Buble Bee 🐝
