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The garden behind the old family property had been neglected for many years when my husband and I began whacking and hacking at the weeds and vines some years ago, frequently pausing to enjoy what we’d find beneath the dense vegetation — a brick walkway that surrounded a rose garden,…

My summer came to an end last week. It is still hot here in Alabama, and the days are still long with daylight. But summer is over. My husband, Mike, has gone back to Indonesia. I remain here in Auburn because my blood work has not yet reached a stable…

Note: This column describes the author’s own experiences with vaccinations. Not everyone will have the same response. Consult your doctor about whether a particular vaccine is safe or recommended for you. I cut my visit with my dad short on Saturday and went home. As soon as I got there,…

“I’ll only be a minute,” my dad assured us as he stopped off at Parker Hall at Auburn University, where its computer center was located. It was 1965 or so, and we were on our way home from after-school activities. Dad wanted to pick up the punch cards that held…

Whoosh! The heat and humidity hit me in the face every time I go outside. It’s July, and the weather conditions here in Auburn, Alabama, are more dynamic than in my other home in Papua, Indonesia — although the latter is 2.5 degrees below the equator. The combination of heat…

I am feeling better by the week. I can’t always tell from one day to the next, but there seems to be a steady improvement in my energy. For the first time in about 14 months, I hosted a party at my house. I’ve also been weed-eating the Queen Anne’s…

“Schools out, schools out! Teacher let the fools out. No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers’ dirty looks!” I remember running home, singing that old rhyme, having finally escaped the drudgery of the elementary classroom. Three whole months stretched before me. Grabbing a book from my shelf, I…

“Kudzu!” A long time ago, my daughter and her friend, both GRITS — that is, girls raised in the South — giggled together in a classroom when they first heard about the invasive vine with the funny name. But I’m pretty sure everyone in the southern U.S. has dealt with…

It was the worst thing I have ever done to my skin. There was no way I could get over to my dad’s that evening with this stuff on my face. The lower third of my face was blue! I was trying out a new product for removing some excess…

Da-dahda-da! Off goes the blasted alarm on my husband’s phone at 7:45 a.m. How I hate it. I didn’t get more than a wink of sleep. I tossed and turned, first under the covers because I was too cold, then with one leg and then the other poking out because…