My six year old daughter has nearly mastered the art of tying her shoes on her own. She learned how to tie laces a year or two ago, but still insisted on either myself or my wife tying them for her. Now, every morning, one of the last things she does, before we walk to […]Read More Shoestring Knots (or) “How I’m Learning to Unlearn Independence”
I’m not sure if it’s just a southern thing, but there is something about the smell of a charcoal fire. Add to that aroma the scent of a properly marinated steak and heaven draws near to earth. I know what you are thinking, I’m exaggerating, but tell me you haven’t had that moment when you […]Read More Charcoal Grills and the Lost Art of Redemption.