My dad does not call himself a patient or tolerant person. When I was little, I would beg to go golfing with him. We’d leave the house by 7:30 a.m. for a much anticipated 8 a.m. tee time. First and second holes…fun. Third hole…”Dad, I’m doing fine, stop correcting me.” Fourth hole…”Anna, you’ve been looking at the [...]
Archive for August, 2010
“Hey daddy, I have a question”
Posted in amm on August 31, 2010 | 1 Comment »
last week of college: in retrospect
Posted in amm on August 23, 2010 | 3 Comments »
I just came upon this draft of a post that I wrote in May, and I think it needs to be shared. the word “special” has glorious ambiguity According to Meyer’s Briggs, my friend Kelli is 100% extroverted, 88% feeling, and apt to become a nurse, social worker, OR fashion merchandizer. Ya know, Kelli’s third passion. Contagious disregard for all [...]
“Houston, meet fall.”
Posted in amm on August 23, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
You’d think calling Fairhope home would include thorough preparation for an August accompanied by 100 degree weather and 100% humidity. Nonetheless, with September just around the corner, all I want is a crisp, colorfull fall. Pumpkins, red leaves, brown leather, the whole works. I lived in north Alabama near the Tennessee border until I was 14, an [...]
