"Don't think I write for purgation. I write because I write well.... You have got to learn to paint with words." The Letters of Flannery O'Connor: The Habit of Being
I'll leave you with a couple of pictures from my granddaughters' joint birthday party last Saturday in Denver. Grace is two and Anna Susan is one. Aren't they wonderful?
It's my turn over at the Southern authors' blog, "A Good Blog is Hard to Find." Check out my post:
And introductions continue over at the 2011 Memphis Creative Nonfiction blog today, with an intimate glimpse into a woman's brokenness:
So... Saturday I drove down to Brandon for a funeral and Jackson to visit Mom, and as I was leaving to return to Memphis, my car started making a loud, knocking sound. Then it started missing. Then it started slowing down.... just as I went past the County Line Road exit. (That was the last exit for Jackson.) I knew it was several miles to the next exit, so I started praying. It was HOT outside and I was picturing myself standing by the side of the road in the heat, waiting for help.
Here's my dream car. It's an '86 Mercedes-Benz 560 SL. (A friend Photoshopped me into it a few years ago.) But I'm probably looking for another Camry, maybe just 2-3 years old with low mileage. I looked at the hybrids but was sad to discover they have hardly any trunk space. No way it would hold my stuff for beach trips!