The Love Story 5.

The mystery as to “why none of those Fulmer kids are married yet”, came and went about as often as the front door swung open and shut. We finally cast it up to Daddy and Mama that perhaps if they’d make life a little less exciting and pleasant at home, then it’d be easier to…

Since Writing Last

  The beautiful hydrangea he gave me for Valentine’s Day, died. RIP, Hydrangea. I went to Georgia for a week where we celebrated my parents 40th anniversary while Mama recovered from pneumonia, collaborated in directing a play, fixed us yummy meals and took Bella Rose on Grandbaby Dates. We sisters had some time to be…

The Love Story.4

Life at the Grey Submarine wound its way through January’s cold days, and was full to the brim of the sweet nectar of home we take for granted, or intentionally savor while we’re still there. My thoughts were full of ‘that Barrett Boy’, as Daddy called him, and once or twice I thought back on…

The Love Story. 3

Saturday, January 5, 2014 Well, and so he asked if we might write. That steep, lanky frame bent over the back of my pew and at the end of those lanky Texan legs were a pair of splendid boots, worn in and tough and careless. The mouth of this tall, easy frame was saying,  “Before you…