I had forgotten about this essay, written in another blogosphere, 2009. The memory tugs my mouth into a smile, so I pause in my ancestor tale-chasing to share a small moment of my own history. We had been home from Ireland less than twenty-four hours. The dogs had been home from Uncle Jim’s Canine Retreat less than … Continue reading Once Was Lost, Now Is Found
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Remembering 9/11: We are all together. Still.
This post was originally published September 11, 2010. I finished my morning run on the dike, and walked to the car under deep blue skies. The air carried the first smells of fallen leaves. I unlocked the door, got in and took a drink of water before starting the car. The radio greeted me with … Continue reading Remembering 9/11: We are all together. Still.
The Cruel War Is Raging
In my last post, A Mom's Goodbye, I began the story of Greene Dodson and his home-leaving to join the Army of the Confederate States of America. Today I continue building proofs which document my family's lore. All sorts of paper have been saved by our federal, state and local governments, and while I may … Continue reading The Cruel War Is Raging
A Mom’s Goodbye
This morning, as I steeled myself to watch my son's back recede into the maze of airport security this weekend, I felt a tug from the past. "Remember," she said, "he is going on an adventure, following his dream and his loyalties, to become the man he needs to be. At least he enters into … Continue reading A Mom’s Goodbye
Remembering 9/11
I finished my morning run on the dike, and walked to the car under deep blue skies. The air carried the first smells of fallen leaves. I unlocked the door, got in and took a drink of water before starting the car. The radio greeted me with a special announcement rather than the music of … Continue reading Remembering 9/11
Shoots, Roots, and Leaves 