Some days are meant for waiting. There seems to be very little other point to them. But if you’re lucky, somewhere in the endless minutes stretching formlessly into each other, you stumble across something that truly startles you. Today was one of those hurry-up-and-wait days. I got up at 3:30 to hurry to the Knoxville … More Waiting

Living in the village

My cousin raised an interesting question yesterday, as he so often does. After I described my encounter with an out-of-control teen neighbor who threatened violence and spat on me (in the context of his having cursed and abused another neighbor, perfectly nice guy), he asked, “Where is it written that you should intervene?” I’ve been … More Living in the village

Outside the Comfort Zone

I live in Knoxville, Tennessee. Knoxville is one of Southern Appalachia’s three  “capitals,” the others being Asheville, NC and Roanoke, VA. The three are very different cities for historical reasons. Knoxville is actually not in the Appalachian Mountains. Instead, it is in the valley carved by the junction of the Holston and French Broad rivers … More Outside the Comfort Zone

Healing Easy Walks

Originally posted on Marjorie Turner Hollman:
After the fall, snuggling with grandboys and cousin Em Our visit to the farm in the mountains was truly wonderful until the second day, when, standing too close to the edge of a porch, I was knocked off balance by an over-friendly farm dog. Suddenly I flew through the…