South

Nannie Was No Ding-a-ling

Miss Mattie, Nannie’s grandmother, plunked sprightly tunes on the piano, crocheted, embroidered, sketched fruit bowls and cherubs, and danced divinely. At sweet 16, she waltzed down the aisle with 56-year-old Grandfather Dorn. Unlike most women, Miss Mattie skipped out on promotion to matronly duties after the wedding night. Forever Grandfather Dorn’s demure Missy, she rarely […]

More

That Golden Time

Three decades ago, I would have spurned Mr. Nimoy’s comment about “perfect moments.” I was in thrall to the existential belief that perfect moments do not exist. As humans, we constantly rewrite history. Our lens changes as we witness birth, life, death. My father’s death last September brought me to a garden of perfect moments. […]

More

Blooming on a Delayed Timetable

Catching a man couldn’t begin too early in the South. Not that mamas coached their babies in helpless sighs, arch glances, and pretty pouts. Those charms came naturally—at least for a few girls who budded early, their hot-pink and lime-green dresses giving the dusty playground a lush look. Their hair, parted precisely in the middle, rippled long […]

More