Nappy at the Roots

There was a time when my mother and I wore the exact same size. I could fit her shoes by the time I was 13-years-old and her blouses and jeans by the [...]

I live in North Carolina, a place known more for the beach and our love of college basketball than snow. In 2000, 8 inches had been forecast and as us [...]

[...] tools consisting of a small metal shovel for ashes, a pick for tending the wood, and a small brush. When I grabbed the dust pan, I thought I’d hit the jackpot. Back outside, we began digging [...]

[...] my coffee run.  (I’m getting better at not putting stuff off) As soon as I pulled into the car wash, my sister called and asked if I wanted to grab breakfast.  I was kind of  hungry, plus I never [...]

[...] long enough, help will come. Often they aren’t quick to admit it, but somebody will have the proper tools. We often avoid the rough path, but a smooth path is really slippery. Resistance is another [...]

“Here, try this,” she says as she carefully slices off a generous portion of whatever she’s eating. “It’s so good, “my companion reaffirms [...]

[...] best working tool, broke after 10 minutes. Undeterred, we continued using the small metal fireplace shovel, the small brush and the pick.  A neighbor came out with his dog and upon seeing [...]

Time – if it’s not one thing, it’s another.  Work has to be done. Kids need to be fed. Dishes have to be walked and dogs washed. Or is that dis [...]