Simply Southern Cappy

He Moves Me

Confession time. My entire adult life has been one long passionate love affair with sports cars. Some say the state of being in love is temporary insanity; mine is forever. I had my first affair in college with Rex, a dusty red English Ford. Rex looked pretty much like a Singer Sewing Machine with wheels, but I didn’t care … I was smit...Read More

The Memory Keeper

In everyone’s life at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those who rekindle the inner spirit. ~Albert Schweitzer                      &nb...Read More

Run For The Hills!

Man Plans and God Laughs. ~ Yiddish Proverb Before we bought our summer home in a small town in Western North Carolina, Babe and I spent the month of August there in a rented cottage. At the time, there was one General Store, two cafés and a small post office, perfect for our second honeymoon. Cozy little Saluda is set a few miles away from any r...Read More

It’s Personal

President Obama said it: It’s personal. His words resonated with me as though I was once again the young American Airlines flight attendant who walked each day from Copley Square back to my apartment on Beacon Street. Samuel Adams, Benjamin Franklin, John F. Kennedy and his brothers walked those same streets. They knew every sidewalk crack a...Read More

Put Some ‘SOUTH’ in Your Mouth

Any Georgian worth his salted peanuts knows that the Merry Month of May means only one thing: the Vidalias are here. Last season’s leftovers are yesterday’s news. Imports? Seriously? May is when the too-often ignored great state of Georgia moves front and center to become Old Glory’s Star of the Month. When those sweet, edible, mu...Read More

Birthing Miz Lucie

"I was standing in the school yard waiting for a child when another mother came up to me. "Have you found work yet," she asked, "or are you still writing?" – Anne Tyler I’d have smacked her. Why? Because writing IS work. It is carved out not in one sitting but in painfully slow creative sentences until finally T...Read More

What Is The Point

I was seated alone in my favorite café enjoying a quiet lunch when my tranquility was suddenly shattered. Two women dressed almost identically and chatting like magpies, parked themselves at the very next table. They didn’t notice me; I might as well have been invisible. So I did not feel one iota of guilt as I listened in on their conversat...Read More

Pistol Packing Patty

I am riding to the mainland with Patty and I can see her mouth moving, but the roar of her Humvee obliterates the sound of her voice. Since I don’t do lip reading, I strain to snatch a piece of her ongoing chatter. This puppy has even got a GPS, Patty shouts. Civilians call ˜em Humvees but not me, Babycakes. My sweet ride is a Hummer. Her r...Read More

Curl Up and Cringe

On Valentine’s Day, 19 something or other, my mother gave birth to me. A nurse wrapped me in a pink baby blanket and brought me to Mama who took one look and began to cry. The nurse quickly chalked it up to postpartum depression, so she was unprepared for what happened next. I don’t know whose baby this is, but it’s NOT mine, Mam...Read More

Crossing The Line

The first time Tim beat Julie she was seven months pregnant and terrified of losing her life and that of her unborn child. He took pleasure in punching her in the face that day, and when she tried to run, he threw her to the floor. She had the presence of mind to roll over in time to protect her stomach and the baby within, but her actions provided...Read More

Be Still My Cluttering Heart

Never own so much clutter that you will be relieved to see your house catch fire. ~ Wendell Berry While seated in my office on this first day of a new year, I dare to glance around a room so cluttered that I’m reminded of an over-stuffed refrigerator. I wonder if any of it is alive. My chaos has grown since last January and the niggling side...Read More

Eulogy in Blue

Even after all these years, I still grieve for Ol’ Blue. My powder blue station wagon with burnished simulated wood, shiny wire wheels and real leather upholstery is gone, but it will never be forgotten. Ol’ Blue outlived its usefulness. Squeezed out of the picture by progress and forced to exist among small cars and even smaller wallet...Read More

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