There's a story in every life and a life in every story
I sat in a mall food court yesterday afternoon.
It was the first time I’d darkened the door of the mall in a while. I’d planned to people watch, because it’s just about the only thing suitable to do in a mall while you patiently wait for a woman to finish shopping, but something was off. Continue reading “Musings from the mall”
Last Saturday, my Mama and I took another trip to the Alabama Department of Archives and History in Montgomery.
They were different, but in a good way.
Last Saturday, my 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. Continue reading “A trip through time”
The first few days of 2015 have already brought their own triumphs and tragedies. Continue reading “New year, new lessons”
From my vantage point atop a wooden storage cabinet in a room dimly lit by a single bulb protruding from a rotating ceiling fan, I can see a man typing. Continue reading “The typewriter Part I”
A few days ago, I walked into a local bookstore on a mission.
The new year is upon us, and there are already a few things I’ve noticed.