My father is furious. My mother is ready to kill me. Daddy’s gone through the time on the engine and my mother has gone through her gas card receipts and they know what I’ve been up to. My weekly trips to the beach have to stop. I’ll never forgive the line boy at the MyrtleContinue reading “Summer, 1973 – The Job From Hell”
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The Saga of the Missing Cat
In anticipation of my husband’s birthday party and 100 guests walking in and out of our home, we decided to board our cats with Plantation Animal Hospital, the veterinarian we had used for over three years in Macon, GA. You can imagine our surprise when, on Friday afternoon, someone from the vet’s office called andContinue reading “The Saga of the Missing Cat”
Revising my father’s eulogy
I began the eulogy by saying the Webster Marlowe his friends in Palatka knew was not the same man I knew as my father. I think I truly believed that until last Sunday, before I received a call from Patty. Sunday started out like any other. We woke up, showered, and went to choir rehearsalContinue reading “Revising my father’s eulogy”
Winning the Lottery
I won the lottery this week. Not the Georgia Lottery, but one even better than that. I’d have to play the lottery to actually win, and I can’t really see the value in that. This week, I got to spend time with my mom, I introduced one of our grandsons to one of our favorite books,Continue reading “Winning the Lottery”
The Saga of the Sink, or Why I Believe in Design
Anyone who knows me well knows I have a low threshold for certain normal things. I can handle a jet or a DC-3 losing an engine, but household things confound me. What to wear is a huge decision. I’m not good at it. I am easily overwhelmed by choices and decisions that a normal personContinue reading “The Saga of the Sink, or Why I Believe in Design”
Dr. Suzanne Minarcine 