Tag: Mother

  • The Ring of St. Simons

    The Ring of St. Simons

    She gave me a ring; rose gold, with a Celtic Cross made of turquoise, a diamond at its center, this woman whose name I can no longer remember. I saw her sitting there, on a bench in a dark corner of a popular eatery in[..]
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  • Writing Memoir with Author Ann Hite

    Writing Memoir with Author Ann Hite

    Editor's Note: I first met author Ann Hite through her book Ghost on Black Mountain. It was one of the best ghost story novels I had read in decades. Ann and I share a love of Appalachia and the stories that come out of the mountains.[..]
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  • Gone Girl

    Gone Girl

    I was watering the flowers when I overheard someone in distress. At first, I thought the flurry of f-bombs might have been coming from a kid walking home, talking to a friend. But it became clear pretty quickly that this was no kid. This was[..]
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  • The Abortion I Don’t Regret

    The Abortion I Don’t Regret

    There are things I regret as I look back over my life, having an abortion is no longer one of them. This month marks the 45th anniversary of the day I checked into the Medical Center in my hometown of Columbus, Georgia, for a three[..]
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  • A Season for Giving: Jewelry!! Books!!

    A Season for Giving: Jewelry!! Books!!

    [caption id="attachment_1226" align="aligncenter" width="690"] Wearing one of the Christmas dresses Mama made.[/caption] My mother loved Christmas. She always made a fuss over it. The last outing she took in her life was to a Christmas service with my nephew and his wife. She rose up[..]
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  • My Nomadic Mama

    My Nomadic Mama

    [caption id="attachment_2214" align="aligncenter" width="584"] In Hawaii with Mama in her Jackie O days.[/caption]   Her bible is sitting on my desk. One of many my mother studied. There's a pair of black-handled scissors laying across it, and a postcard for one of my books. The[..]
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  • If God had a mama

    If God had a mama

    God is an orphan. As far as any of us know, he had no father, no mother. He had to learn to scrap by on his own from the earliest of time. He didn't have a mother to tell him when to switch the lights[..]
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