. . . as a sort of baptized feng shui would get to me, too, after a while, I think. This cruciform decorating mania of Jody’s reminds me somehow of a day I spent in Little Walsingham years ago. This Norfolk village, as you may or may not recall, rejoices in the title of “England’s . . . . Continue Reading »
A highwayside memorial. An American thing? Or just a southern? . . . . Continue Reading »
Picking up where we left off.Smith County, Tennessee, where we stopped for gas and lunch, was the scene of some unplanned evangelizing on our part. That is, I don’t know that we evangelized anyone, exactly, so much as simply engaged in pleasant and informative conversation. Possibly the people . . . . Continue Reading »
Some days ago, I promised you all an account of our adventures on the road between here and Memphis, and you know how I hate to keep people waiting. There is much that I could tell you about the state of Tennessee, admitted to the Union in 1796, a hundred years before Utah, for example, attained . . . . Continue Reading »
Really it’s a travel diary, and I’d forgotten all about it. In the summer of 1993, expecting our first child, my husband and I spent three weeks in France and Germany. Our aim I suppose was to prove to ourselves that having children wasn’t going to tie us down. We’d been . . . . Continue Reading »
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