This is a place where some days seem to feature all four seasons, and others offer only wet heat.

Days like today, when the breeze is just gentle enough to rustle the oak leaves, are meant for front porches and rocking chairs. (more…)

I went to watch a play Saturday night.

It was the first time I attended a live play put on by professional actors since a school field trip to the Alabama Shakespeare Festival.

The trip I took to Montgomery with the rest of the ninth-grade class is a pleasant memory except for one thing.

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My phone was going crazy, and it wouldn’t stop. The screen showed a flash flood alert, but I dismissed it and glanced up at a small sliver of road through a rain-soaked windshield.

I was on my way to Georgiana, on a trip to see the museum inside Hank Williams’ boyhood home. (more…)

Last Saturday, Mama and I took another trip to the Alabama Department of Archives and History in Montgomery.
We’d been once before, when we randomly decided we’d make the hour-plus drive to see what the archives had to offer, and we weren’t disappointed.
The archives were different last weekend, but in a good way. (more…)

I feel sorry for people who don’t know how to swim.
Especially those who don’t know how to swim and live in Alabama, where the sky is so blue and the summer months are so hot you probably really could fry an egg on the sidewalk.
I’ve been swimming a lot lately, and it’s helped. Since the mercury in the thermometer has been so high, I think swimming has become somewhat instinctive — like a survival mechanism.
I’m exaggerating, of course, but it is nice to have a place to find relief when the sun beats down like Germany on Brazil.