bless your cotton socks, what a sweetheart move
I’m a sometimes-wedding photographer and also work for some wineries that are popular venues.
When this all began, we had to cancel a wedding at one winery, and the couple asked if they could still come and say their vows in the vineyard that day. Just by themselves. My heart broke for them. I’m not a big wedding… Read more
This .gif still makes me shiver.
I have a friend whose doctor is certain that she had coronavirus a few months ago- she’s a cancer survivor and regular suffers issue due to an immune system issue- she said what she went through is the worst thing she’s ever experienced. She couldn’t get tested at the time, but she took an antibody test a few weeks… Read more
Yup, wherever you go, there you are.
Yeah I’ve had that thought as well. It’s a hard one. One the one hand they are either buying houses that are owned by the city and are actively dangerous (squatters, animal infestations, termite damage which would lead to collapse, etc) which probably makes the people that live near those homes happy that a gross,… Read more
An excellent point - I do think Home Town is the best of the bunch because of its racial diversity, Good Bones definitely falls short in that regard, although Indianapolis is one of the least diverse big cities in the U.S. (so maybe that’s a significant part of it - not all of it, of course, but some of it).
My mother was the eldest of 16, including 4 sets of twins. That’s 16 kids in 17 years, y’all, born between 1928 and 1945. When I see these TV families with their minivans and multiple washers and dryers, I picture my beloved Grandma making 12 loaves of bread at a time and doing infinite loads of laundry with a manual… Read more
When I was just a wee lad (40 some years ago), my father was a captain on the local volunteer fire department. On a designated Saturday once each summer, they’d ask for mutual aid from a local town (where another fire department covers your calls) and have an annual picnic for the fire department personnel and their… Read more
When I was just a wee lad (40 some years ago), my father was a captain on the local volunteer fire department. On a…
With this great piece of history I am requisitioning our upcoming small group solstice celebration Sunday to supplant it (using the light of the solstice as background metaphor to shine on what we will celebrate instead: the Juneteenth . . . but, not the Juneteenth itself, because it is so clear that neither the… Read more
Each Juneteenth, I have considered who my ancestors were and might have been. Being a Black American has complicated that narrative for me and many others. Often, the what-ifs and how-comes of the search process make it far too emotional beyond the already-treacherous task of tracking “slave” records, and it’s more… Read more
It’s never just hair, because it affects how we see ourselves and how other people see us. I know it, as you do, because I have alopecia too. My story echoes the Congresswoman, although maybe not as powerful. My alopecia started when I was little but small and in easily concealed places. But 1.5 year ago I started to… Read more